A Young Woman On A Curly Journey

When I was in elementary school, each morning my mother poured a ton of hair gel into my hair. I remember the agony I felt as she brushed through endless, stubborn knots, tying my hair in a hairdo so tight I felt it tug on my scalp. Other days, it would be in a loose ponytail, exposing my unkempt hair. And I can’t forget the fashionable headbands that kept down my untamed baby hairs — which my friends remember me by to this day. Growing up as a mixed girl, I didn’t know anyone who was educated on taking care of curly hair. Listen to the essay at YR Media.