Hair and stuff
When I came back to Algeria, I was surprised by how obsessed everyone was with straight hair and blond highlights.
It felt like a rule everyone followed. Most girls straightened their hair, the same way they chased pale skin like beauty had only one shape.
My hair used to be straight, but as I grew older it began to curl gently, naturally. And I loved it. Maybe it was Turkey’s air, or Canada’s water, or maybe life just teaches us to grow into different versions of ourselves. People often pointed out that my hair is becoming as rebellious as I am.
Part of my love for curls goes back to a childhood memory a doll I once wanted so badly. My aunt refused to let me have it. She carried this strange kind of prejudice, the kind that makes people look down on their own.
But that doll… she had the most beautiful skin tone, and the loveliest hair. I still remember her. I would like to have it one day.
Now, many girls here let their curls breathe. Some even get curls like mine. My sisters do it too.
Today, while looking at my friend’s hair, I can’t believe she always straightened it thinking it isn't beautiful. Every curl on her head has its own small charm. Straight is beautiful but so is curly or messy or even no hair at all.
It felt like a rule everyone followed. Most girls straightened their hair, the same way they chased pale skin like beauty had only one shape.
My hair used to be straight, but as I grew older it began to curl gently, naturally. And I loved it. Maybe it was Turkey’s air, or Canada’s water, or maybe life just teaches us to grow into different versions of ourselves. People often pointed out that my hair is becoming as rebellious as I am.
Part of my love for curls goes back to a childhood memory a doll I once wanted so badly. My aunt refused to let me have it. She carried this strange kind of prejudice, the kind that makes people look down on their own.
But that doll… she had the most beautiful skin tone, and the loveliest hair. I still remember her. I would like to have it one day.
Now, many girls here let their curls breathe. Some even get curls like mine. My sisters do it too.
Today, while looking at my friend’s hair, I can’t believe she always straightened it thinking it isn't beautiful. Every curl on her head has its own small charm. Straight is beautiful but so is curly or messy or even no hair at all.
