My hair story…well it’s an interesting story to say the least. My story began when I was around thirteen years old, that’s when I first received a perm. My mother wouldn’t allow me to get a perm until then because she said I was too young! I finally begged and begged and was able to get one. I loved my perm! I couldn’t believe that my hair actually stayed straight! No more straightening comb, burned neck and ears…life was great!
“Eventually I knew precisely what hair wanted: it wanted to grow, to be itself, to attract lint, if that was its destiny, but to be left alone by anyone, including me, who did not love it as it was.” – Alice Walker
The roughest natural moments happened during middle school when the majority of the girls had straightened hair. One day, I was in the lady’s room, and two older girls walked in. The girls chatted amongst themselves until they noticed me, one of the girls asked me ..