I was born with thick, kinky, coily, black hair. I hated combining it.I hated washing it. And I hated how my mother styled it. When I moved to America I hated my hair even more. I couldn’t accept it, just like I couldn’t accept myself. I blamed my hair for my insecurities: it made me ugly. ….. More in the on link
Lesson I learnt form my hair.
via Lesson I learnt form my hair.