People identify me by my curly hair. But, let me tell you how much of a pain curly hair really is. It is the absolute worst thing that could possibly happen to an African latina living in Miami. Firstly, it makes me look fatter than I am. Secondly, I cannot get a brush through my hair. And thirdly, the humidity in this multicultural city does not help under any circumstances! I can attempt to leave my house with my hair perfectly in place, but as soon as I step foot out the door, poof, “There it goes… so much for a nice hair day,” I tell myself. But, as much of a pain as my hair is, I actually happen to love my rumbustious curls. I like the fact that when I let my hair naturally dry, I have hair flying everywhere because I feel like it represents
