The beauty of curls is that every individual is going to have a different journey. That took years for me to understand. As a Dominican American female, I was always told to straighten my hair, rather than walking around with the hair and curls I was blessed with. God forbid I walked around con un pajón. I never blamed my family because I always believed they were just assimilating to the American culture and societal trends. They were not aware of the harm it did to my identity and overall curl pattern. Side note: I don’t blame you mom and tias! I know many of you have been where I was, and trust me it’s not the end. Fast forward 10-15 years, and here I was with heat damage, looking mighty confused. The top of my head curled, while my ends were straighter than I could have ever imagined. I came pretty close to going Amber Rose – just kidding!
Don’t get me wrong. I love a good blow dry, however, ensuring my curls were healthy and revived was a mission I was determined to complete. I can’t say I am 100% there, but I have definitely moved in the right direction with amazing results. Allow me to introduce my curl journey.
