Kristen writes...
For most of my life, either I or someone else has been trying to find the solution to my infamous “naps”. I used to think that the perm was something sent from heaven to free me of the nappy bondage that was oppressing my beauty. Even once given the gift of relaxed hair, I went through most of my life not knowing how to style it. With every solution I’d found, there was always a new problem.
I've always wanted my mother’s fine curly hair. To me, she was the most beautiful woman that walked the planet. When I was growing up, people would always tell me that she was beautiful, and shortly after they would say, "You look nothing like her." It wasn't until recently that I discovered she had her own insecurities. We always want what we don't have and probably wouldn't be happy if we had it.
My 4-year-old daughter has beautiful fine corkscrew curls that I think are beautiful. One day, while styling my relaxed hair, she stood next to me and rested her head on my leg. She innocently smiled and said, “Mommy, I like your hair. I want my hair straight too.” I couldn’t imagine why she would want to straighten her beautiful hair except that she learned not to love natural hair from me. Straight hair should be an option and not a necessity. In order for her to love herself for who she is, I have to love myself for who I am. In June of 2009, I made a decision to say goodbye to chemicals and change my life forever.
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