I did not spend much time thinking about my hair when I was a little girl. But as I grew older, I began to like it less and less. This started around the time I was in the 6th grade and it grew worse by the time I was in high school. By the time I reached my college years, I tried to look in the mirror as few times as possible. But, as someone in her mid-thirties, I now love my hair. I got a kinky curly weave not long ago, and I am so happy with it.
As a child, I was simply not that aware of myself or what I looked like. Oh, I remember standing in front of the mirror at times and making funny faces at myself, smiling or dancing around. Just having fun. And it was nice to be able to do that without thinking much about what I looked like. But as I grew older, I became more aware, and then I started comparing myself to my friends. I wanted the long straight hair that most of them had. Continue reading I Will Never Go Back to Being Unhappy with the Way I Look Again