From a young age, I was taught that having beautiful hair was something to aspire to. The ‘stretchingcomb’ would come out for church and other special occasions that required fancy hair, whilst the ‘scratchingcomb’ was wielded to prepare my hair for school which comprised of mainly African threading and, if you had an auntie ‘with hands’ (insert someone able to cornrow/plait without destroying your edges), then you had cornrows or plaits. My hair was long and healthy - perfect for flower girl duty! In retrospect, it was all due to my Mum’s hard work, and when I asked my Mum about the mixes she made for my hair, they were some of those that I have re-discovered and am using in my current hair journey: castor oil, coconut oil and a touch of glycerine (but not when she wanted to stretch my hair because glycerine made it revert to its curly state – a fringe no-no). My hair flourished under my Mum’s care, so I’m going to make sure that I refer to her wisdom going forward so I can go back to feeling like herinthephotograph. Look at the confidence in that pose! Oh to be that self-assured again!
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