I was born with hair on my ears.
When I was a toddler I would cry out to my mom because I got my fingers stuck in my curly hair.
At 13 I wanted to shave my legs. My grandmother wouldn’t let me because I was too young, and to have bare legs was too sexual.
In middle school, this boy I liked called me a monkey and then I wore long sleeve shirts for the rest of 8th grade.
One day I decided that I liked my black little hairs- they were me.
I didn’t have to brush my hair.
I didn’t have to shave.
And those who didn’t like it could fuck off.
I didn’t give a fuck.
Submitted by Anonymous, Edited by Arianne Keegan