Recently, I’ve started to question my deep fondness over my childhood looks. A lot of my self-love during that time was tied to my hair being manipulated to mimic that of white people’s. Not that that was necessarily my or my mom’s intentions, but looking like everyone else made me feel good. Fitting in, especially when you’re a kid and don’t realize that standing out is the way to go, was important. It’s necessary for survival in school.
