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When baby girl first bloomed, her hair was slicked down on all sides of her little head.Â
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No products were used on her hair quite yet and she was as naturally beautiful as theÂ
brightest flower in the garden.Â
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Her hair was as delicate as her baby skin but that didn’t stop it from becoming a nest of smooth curls.Â
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She was a happy and vibrant baby but her hair grew at a fast rate.
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Her mother often used a small brush to make her baby’s curls look “neater” as if baby girl cared.Â
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A pink, yellow, or red bow would be placed in the middle of her soft little fro to give her a shiny little glow.Â
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Then baby girl got older and the smoothness turned into coarseness.Â
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Some described it as spongy.Â
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Her mother would use a kid’s hair lotion to give it more moisturization.Â
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However, baby girl’s hair required more than regular hair lotion could give.Â
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Baby girl still bloomed in radiance and beauty.Â
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Her natural hair wouldn’t be a real problem to her until years later.Â
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Her mother could no longer deal with the broken combs, screams of her daughter, neither the losses of money in a lump sum.Â
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Her mother decided to relax her baby girl’s curls.Â
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Baby girl knew her scalp tingled and burned for her natural hair to be “tamed.”
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Though baby girl wasn’t as young anymore, she noticed some changes in her hair.Â
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Her fingers could go through it without getting stuck.Â
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Her hair was shiny as a piece of gold and bounced when she moved her head.Â
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But now, baby girl knows.Â
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She knows her hair may be bone straight but it’s missing something.Â
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To some, it’s just hair but to her, it’s her sense of expression.Â
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Others like her rock their fros with pride while her relaxed tresses no longer appeal to her.Â
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It never did as she was oblivious to her mother’s logic.Â
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She went full circle when she returned to her “nappy roots” and she couldn’t be any happier.
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Now baby girl has bloomed into a woman with her nest of kinky and coil like curls.Â
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Her curly fro was something like the beautiful flower that resembled the sun.Â
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A beautiful brown centerpiece as the center and her curls as the petals that surrounded her.
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Her tresses were as perfect as they could be and it will never matter who chooses not to agree.Â