I can remember the tears running down my face as I walked out of my home, sporting a natural afro. I was terrified, I was the only black girl in my class and I knew that I would be bombarded with questions and relentlessly teased. I didn’t like my kinks and curls, I wanted straight hair like the other girls at school. Now, I love my hair. I embrace my kinks and curls. I spend hours feeding it and taking care of it. Doing my hair has become therapeutic. I have learned to love my texture.