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. It didn’t matter what color, I just simply wanted hair that I could do more things with. I wanted fuss-free hair. And my hair is definitely not fuss-free.
By the time I reached high school, all my friends were doing so many great things when it came to hairstyle. My options seemed so limited, and that was more than just a little frustrating. I wanted to be able to wash and go like they did, but the problem is that I simply cannot do that without spending a lot of time on fixing mine so that I look good. But somewhere along the way, I found that getting a weave really solved a lot of problems for me.