A short story
I always had very light, brittle and thin kinky hair
It never grew much
I didn’t like it.
Then I would put extensions on
Which left my edges bald
Then I would cut my hair
I loved my Chiskop, always got compliments
But I was still insecure about my hair
I’m learning to love my hair, to love my whole self. Past recent years I had been trying to grow my hair. I’m happy to say it has reached a length that it had never reached before.
My hair is different besides it having shrinkage like most African women, you might not tell that it grew longer than it ever did. I am learning to take care of it, to grow it, to keep it.
I get comments like, why not cut it off, you look better like that. I want to at times, but I put in a lot of work to get it here.
I love my hair and I am teaching my daughter to love hers too, as it is.