I fell in love with my hair in the tenth grade.
Juliette, a young single mother who rented a room in our basement, washed and set my hair with small rods. When she removed the rods, my hair stuck to my scalp like sixty-five tiny black caterpillars. I hated it.
For days, I brushed and pulled my hair back in a bun, hoping to stretch it – but it kept shrinking and sticking to my scalp. Finally, one morning I pulled the ponytail holder out and a large, curly afro framed my face. For the first time, I had wild-big-sexy hair.
Feeling Wild,
Kadine
