Me and my curls. It’s been a rather complicated relationship, to say the least. Me and my curls haven’t always gotten along. I wasn’t always proud of them. They weren't always pretty. Growing up there were hardly any other girls with hair like mine. I never knew what to do with it, and the second I would throw my hair into a bun or a ponytail my curls would be crushed. People would always ask me if my hair was real or if it was natural. Kids in school would touch my hair without my permission. I just wanted to be a pretty girl with pretty straight hair. I wanted to be able to brush my hair and not have to worry about it getting frizzy. In middle school, I was introduced to the flat iron, and I began to experiment with dyes. I didn't like my curly hair anymore, and I desperately wanted my curls to disappear. Alongside not getting regular hair cuts, this has all contributed to the damage done to my curls. In high school, I began straightening my hair every few weeks for cheerl...
