Written by, Kopano Selebano
I hated it with my entire being because the process would leave me uglier, in my opinion, and in a lot of pain. What made it worse is that my hair never looked like those women on TV or the ones in magazines that I flipped through as a kid. WHAT WAS THE POINT? They combed and burnt us with those ghastly hairdryers (my sis and I, sitting in that salon holding back our tears.)
When time rolled around, when I could speak for myself, I put a halt on all of it.
Here’s my well-presented case, to you and to my parents:
Oh and also, I was burnt badly and I hadn’t realized until the next morning when my hair wouldn’t lift off my scalp! Do you know what they told me? ‘Aaag it’s ok,you’ll be fine, wash it and re-do it. My sister too was in the same predicament, she however had to shave off everything, EVERYTHING!
that was the last blow! ENOUGH
Accepting ourselves as the Queens and kings that we are! We need to explore our roots, find out where exactly we come from and who we are, and after that trust in ourselves and our greatness. No one will be able todegrade your value when your foundation is strong
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