Change
By Floyd Robinson
“What money got to do with it? I’m trapped inside the ghetto and I ain’t proud to admit it” - Institutionalized by Kendrick Lamar
As a young African American male, I already know that I’m not going to be treated with the respect I deserve, nor the respect that I want. People with “White Privilege” are being granted more opportunities than a black male like myself will ever receive in his life, but it’s also something I don’t wish for.
No matter how badly you struggle, no matter how bad times are, there’s a beauty in going through the pain of proving yourself. Just because I’m wearing a hood over my head doesn’t mean anyone has the right to view me as a “suspicious looking” individual or gun me down in cold blood because they feel as if it is “self-defense.”
When I look into the mirror, I don’t see a lifetime of committing terrible sins and crimes. When I look into the mirror I see a reflection of myself. When I look into the mirror, I see an African American male destined to do big things to help make this world a better place.
No matter how hard black people try to help make this world a better place, we’re constantly being held down by our own kind and that angers me. Trying to right the wrongs here in the United States should be a team effort, but I guess people really do care more about themselves than they do others. There’s no better feeling than seeing one of your homies make it out of the hood and better his life, but sadly, we can’t do that anymore without someone getting jealous.
In my generation, I saw a black man, yes a black man, by the name of Barack Obama be named President of the United States. That’s the highest achievement you can possibly get as a black man in America, possibly the world. As black men, we’re supposed to be encouraging each other, not reinforcing the media stereotype of us killing each other or bringing each other down.
You know, sometimes I question myself. On long rides on the highway or driving throughout the city. I always look outside to try and get a glimpse of what the world is truly like. During those rides, I look out and see all these people doing all these wonderful things and that has me asking myself, “Am I a part of the problem? Or the one trying to help fix it?”
I can try all I want; I can do everything in my power, but that won’t change the fact that there are bigger problems in the world: terrorist attacks, countries in fear, starving children, and much, much more. The sad reality is, the United States has money, lots of it, but I don’t think we understand the true value of a dollar.
I look inside my wallet and I see that I have a dollar, a dollar bill that’s the most important piece of paper in the entire world. When I look into my wallet, I see a bill that everyone wants. When I look into my wallet, I see what we kill each other over. When I look into my wallet, I see what we’re in an endless war for.
I don’t want to be a bad person, but whenever a homeless person asks can you spare some change, I wonder what a couple of dollars can do for them, but I also wonder what they can do for me? I don’t want to seem selfish, but when I “ignore” their pleas, it’s because I feel the need to. I have a mindset of not what I can do for you, but what can you do for me? That’s exactly how I feel about the neighborhood I live in. What’s living in my neighborhood going to do for me? It feels as if I’m never going to be free.
In my neighborhood, if you aren’t “banging,” then you are invisible. The last place I want to be is six feet underneath the ground or locked up in a cell because of the fact that I’ve done something stupid, but you know, that’s the stereotypical norm for an African American young man like myself. Gang Banging, selling drugs, and shooting each other seems to be the way of my neighborhood. Just last week, there were 3 shootings in 4 days; one of those shootings happened in front the corner store that I go to regularly. That incident makes me feel that a bullet has no name on it. What if it had been me? What if I was just taking a trip to the store, like I usually do, when the first shot rang out?
I’m tired of all this; I really am. Change starts from within and people fail to realize that. I only have one voice, one voice that can help change the stereotypes, one voice to change my neighborhood, and one voice to change my life.
I can’t change the world I live in by myself, but I know for a fact that together we can.
By Floyd Robinson
“What money got to do with it? I’m trapped inside the ghetto and I ain’t proud to admit it” - Institutionalized by Kendrick Lamar
As a young African American male, I already know that I’m not going to be treated with the respect I deserve, nor the respect that I want. People with “White Privilege” are being granted more opportunities than a black male like myself will ever receive in his life, but it’s also something I don’t wish for.
No matter how badly you struggle, no matter how bad times are, there’s a beauty in going through the pain of proving yourself. Just because I’m wearing a hood over my head doesn’t mean anyone has the right to view me as a “suspicious looking” individual or gun me down in cold blood because they feel as if it is “self-defense.”
When I look into the mirror, I don’t see a lifetime of committing terrible sins and crimes. When I look into the mirror I see a reflection of myself. When I look into the mirror, I see an African American male destined to do big things to help make this world a better place.
No matter how hard black people try to help make this world a better place, we’re constantly being held down by our own kind and that angers me. Trying to right the wrongs here in the United States should be a team effort, but I guess people really do care more about themselves than they do others. There’s no better feeling than seeing one of your homies make it out of the hood and better his life, but sadly, we can’t do that anymore without someone getting jealous.
In my generation, I saw a black man, yes a black man, by the name of Barack Obama be named President of the United States. That’s the highest achievement you can possibly get as a black man in America, possibly the world. As black men, we’re supposed to be encouraging each other, not reinforcing the media stereotype of us killing each other or bringing each other down.
You know, sometimes I question myself. On long rides on the highway or driving throughout the city. I always look outside to try and get a glimpse of what the world is truly like. During those rides, I look out and see all these people doing all these wonderful things and that has me asking myself, “Am I a part of the problem? Or the one trying to help fix it?”
I can try all I want; I can do everything in my power, but that won’t change the fact that there are bigger problems in the world: terrorist attacks, countries in fear, starving children, and much, much more. The sad reality is, the United States has money, lots of it, but I don’t think we understand the true value of a dollar.
I look inside my wallet and I see that I have a dollar, a dollar bill that’s the most important piece of paper in the entire world. When I look into my wallet, I see a bill that everyone wants. When I look into my wallet, I see what we kill each other over. When I look into my wallet, I see what we’re in an endless war for.
I don’t want to be a bad person, but whenever a homeless person asks can you spare some change, I wonder what a couple of dollars can do for them, but I also wonder what they can do for me? I don’t want to seem selfish, but when I “ignore” their pleas, it’s because I feel the need to. I have a mindset of not what I can do for you, but what can you do for me? That’s exactly how I feel about the neighborhood I live in. What’s living in my neighborhood going to do for me? It feels as if I’m never going to be free.
In my neighborhood, if you aren’t “banging,” then you are invisible. The last place I want to be is six feet underneath the ground or locked up in a cell because of the fact that I’ve done something stupid, but you know, that’s the stereotypical norm for an African American young man like myself. Gang Banging, selling drugs, and shooting each other seems to be the way of my neighborhood. Just last week, there were 3 shootings in 4 days; one of those shootings happened in front the corner store that I go to regularly. That incident makes me feel that a bullet has no name on it. What if it had been me? What if I was just taking a trip to the store, like I usually do, when the first shot rang out?
I’m tired of all this; I really am. Change starts from within and people fail to realize that. I only have one voice, one voice that can help change the stereotypes, one voice to change my neighborhood, and one voice to change my life.
I can’t change the world I live in by myself, but I know for a fact that together we can.
Entitlement
By Carly Buccitti People feel entitled to decide what women do with their bodies. I used to believe that there were just some outliers out of millions whose egos have eaten so far away at their morality that they believe they can tell others what to do with themselves. But as I’ve grown and gained more knowledge, I have realized that there are more than a few who possess this sense of entitlement, and a lot of those in question run my government in “the land of the free.” As a woman, it’s both frustrating and frightening that there are men above me who have more power over my body than I do. I was born into this world naked and vulnerable, with most of my basic human rights automatically stripped from me by previous generations. As citizens, we’re expected to, from the innocence of childhood, grow up, learn the truth, and accept it. But myself and a billion others don’t want to accept it. It’s an unreasonable request for a woman to allow her body, precious and poised, to be manhandled. My body is mine and nobody else’s to claim. When I’m walking down the street alone, I know I have to keep myself safe from other human beings. My body is my responsibility, so I’m aware of the way it moves and where it goes in order to avoid any trouble. It’s not so simple to do when those who are supposed to help you are often against you. I don’t expect anyone to protect me, but I do expect the people who have a say in what I do to want to protect women’s bodies, not just control them. And when I’m secluded in my home, I’m the only one responsible for my body. I feed it and cleanse it when necessary. I pay close mind to every inch of my soft skin, something the men in power will never touch, because it’s a privilege to be let so close to the inviolable embodiment of my being. I will never allow any man to take advantage of my vulnerability, despite their position in power. I have yet to hear anything about potential restrictions on men’s reproductive rights, and that’s because it’s a manmade world we live in. There’s absolutely no doubt that men are assumed to have more power than women. All I’d like is to be treated as fairly as men are, because you know they would never want to come down to a woman’s level, with wage gaps, slut shaming, etc., which is completely insane to even write since I live down here in the shadow of men every day. |
Human Selfishness
By Julia DiStasio We humans exhaust toxic levels of waste on to our earth. Pollution spews from the backs of our cars and litters our paved streets. Through all of this, we fail to see how much damage we do to ourselves, not only as a civilization, but as individuals. We acknowledge the problem, but we turn a blind eye, waiting for someone to invent something that will save the earth, or rather, the human race from extinction. Our society makes it seem radical to be selfless. If we can’t see the direct benefit to ourselves in an ecological act, we perceive the act as having no value. We narcissistically gloat that we’re the “superior race” and that we’re more important than all of the other millions of species inhabiting earth. We inadvertently express that we’re more important than the place we so superficially call home. I fail to see superiority in the utter lack of empathy and consideration towards other beings. Ego and arrogance fill us with what should be compassion and reverence. How would you feel if your organs started failing? Or if your cells started attacking each other or stopped doing their job properly? You would wonder how your own body could betray you. Now think of it like this: humans are the cells of the earth and we’re constantly destroying our host and all the other organisms working to keep the body healthy. We don’t think of the repercussions that our every day actions cause, and in turn, we selfishly destroy everything keeping us alive. |
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Love Requires Sacrifices, Or Does It?
By Renna Chambers My name is Renna Chambers and I love romance. During break I like to get cozy with a pillow and blanket and stroll on my Xfinty and try to find a romance movie. I watch all types of romances; tragedy, heartfelt and happy endings. so I know the types. My relationship may not be all that and I admit that, and sometimes I don’t even take my own advice, but helping with relationships is something I love doing. It’s my thing; I love talking about the good and bad. The first topic I want to talk about is “How love requires sacrifices”. “Love requires sacrifices, but it’s worth it.” The Longest Ride To be in a relationship you must be willing to sacrifice things for each other. For example, if your partner gets a job six hundred miles away, and you have to move away from your family, that is sacrifice. You have to be willing to give up something, (but of course you have to come to agreement) for your partner. Real love has its up and downs, but I promise you it’s always worth it. “Some people only hate you because of the way other people love you.” Karen Salmansohn If you ever have to deal with jealousy and hatred in your relationship, then its best that you should take a break. Having jealousy in your relationship is never good. If that does happen then you should quickly solve the problem before it gets any worse. If your partner is constantly questioning where you’re at and who you are talking to, that is jealousy. You and your partner should always trust each other and tell the truth. Now there could be many reasons why someone is jealous; for example, if they constantly ask where you’re at it could mean they have a guilty conscience. "The eyes believe themselves; the ears believe other people." German Proverb In a relationship you should be able to believe in what the other person says. You should never have doubt. You should always have a conversation and talk about the problems. I never want anyone to have to go through the feeling of their partner not believing in them. To have your partner not be on your side is a horrible feeling and at that point you should talk to your partner. Always be honest about how you feel. “Stop letting people who do so little for you control so much of your mind, feelings and emotions.” Will Smith Control is a type of domestic violence. If someone is constantly holding onto you, it means they don’t want you to be with anyone else beside them. Let me give you an example. If someone doesn’t want to be with you, but doesn’t let you be with anyone else, he is controlling you and isolating you from other people. When it comes to the point that you’re sitting alone thinking about him constantly, texting, calling him, you start to become scared that he will leave you. You hate the thought of being alone of, not having this person in your life. You slowly disconnect yourself from other people and drown in your feelings. You don’t know how to be alone and you always go back to that one person that you’re used to. The most control a person can have on you is emotional, always saying that he will change and make things better, but he doesn’t; he continues to hurt you with his lies, making you believe what he says is true. You will feel like you’re in this whirlpool spinning around and around again and you can’t get out because you feel stuck. Now when you wake up every morning you look yourself in the mirror and you can’t recognize yourself and this helpless person you’ve become. You fear that there is no way out. But the only way out is to take your power and control back. If someone doesn’t do enough for you and doesn’t meet your standard as a person let them go. “Never let someone who adds very little to a relationship control so much of it.” What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you hear domestic violence? You think of physical abuse between couples. Usually you think of the man as the abuser and the woman as the victim. But in actuality the woman can be the abuser just like the man. There are many types of domestic violence and not all of them are physical. Some examples are:
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The Definition of Love
By Dante Fraser
The definition of love is a deep affection or intense feeling for someone or something, but why do we love people? Why does our face light up when we see that person, why do we smile when we here that person’s name, why does our heart ache when that person makes us upset, why do we love people even if they don’t love us?
Love is something that you cannot see, touch, or smell but when it’s there you know it. Its presence can be felt just by a quick glance or long hug, but once you love someone you give that person a little piece of you forever. Even if you are gone, you're never forgotten. When you lose love it can feel like the end of the world because you not only lost the love, but you lost the person you once loved. You've lost your shared dreams and hopes for the future. During happier times, you planned many things together. You talked about your individual ambitions, what you would like to achieve and do together, and the places you would love to go.
Everything is disrupted when you no longer have love in your daily routine. Your schedule and sometimes even your identity changes; you wonder all kinds of things, like: will I ever love this much? Will I ever find someone else? What happened? And worst of all, am I worthy to love again?
Millions of people have nobody to love, but so much love to give. Then you have so many people who have love and they abuse it; they abuse the person they claim to love. Those people are the worst. It’s very hard to love someone when you cannot love yourself because all you have is yourself and once you love yourself from the inside it will spread out through the outside. To keep love, you have to let your heart and your mind work together to make you a more tolerable person, less argumentative person, and less doubtful person. When you love someone you don’t treat them badly, you don’t try to hurt them, and you will stop at nothing to keep that person there, because you couldn’t imagine life without them. It isn’t until you look at you and the one you truly love as one that you can really understand love and how to love.
By Dante Fraser
The definition of love is a deep affection or intense feeling for someone or something, but why do we love people? Why does our face light up when we see that person, why do we smile when we here that person’s name, why does our heart ache when that person makes us upset, why do we love people even if they don’t love us?
Love is something that you cannot see, touch, or smell but when it’s there you know it. Its presence can be felt just by a quick glance or long hug, but once you love someone you give that person a little piece of you forever. Even if you are gone, you're never forgotten. When you lose love it can feel like the end of the world because you not only lost the love, but you lost the person you once loved. You've lost your shared dreams and hopes for the future. During happier times, you planned many things together. You talked about your individual ambitions, what you would like to achieve and do together, and the places you would love to go.
Everything is disrupted when you no longer have love in your daily routine. Your schedule and sometimes even your identity changes; you wonder all kinds of things, like: will I ever love this much? Will I ever find someone else? What happened? And worst of all, am I worthy to love again?
Millions of people have nobody to love, but so much love to give. Then you have so many people who have love and they abuse it; they abuse the person they claim to love. Those people are the worst. It’s very hard to love someone when you cannot love yourself because all you have is yourself and once you love yourself from the inside it will spread out through the outside. To keep love, you have to let your heart and your mind work together to make you a more tolerable person, less argumentative person, and less doubtful person. When you love someone you don’t treat them badly, you don’t try to hurt them, and you will stop at nothing to keep that person there, because you couldn’t imagine life without them. It isn’t until you look at you and the one you truly love as one that you can really understand love and how to love.
Short-Lived Vegan
By Crystal Hairston (3/16) Knowing what I know about the food industry, I decided to make myself an example. I felt that I couldn’t preach about animal cruelty if my diet consisted mainly of meat. After a successful month of being vegetarian, I decided to challenge myself further by becoming vegan. I did a lot of research to understand what being vegan meant and I found that it entailed a lot of meal prep, cooking, and time; all of which I didn’t have much of. It was a struggle from the beginning. Though it roughly cost my normal monthly budget for shopping (about $200), it was much harder to shop. I found myself putting back nearly everything I would normally get after reading the ingredients. I never noticed what was in the food I regularly consumed; I felt restricted. Veganism has a reputation of being unsatisfying, expensive, and unnecessary. I wanted to combat all the stereotypes and encourage people to go vegan. Unfortunately, my experience was short-lived. While some of the food was surprisingly good, it wasn’t ideal for a full time student. I didn’t always have the time or equipment to prepare things from scratch. Overall, I was grateful I gave veganism a chance. I found exploring different foods interesting and definitely recommend it to people who are looking to make huge dietary changes. But being vegan isn’t the key to being healthy and isn’t an ideal first step. I recommend removing certain things from your diet one at a time. I have plans to return to veganism in the future. But for now, I’m pescatarian. |
Food Industrialized
By Crystal Hairston (2/16) Having been overweight, I've done extensive research about the food industry that left me shocked and stunned. I always felt as though people didn't care what they ate, but I've also felt that if people were aware of what went into their food they'd change their eating habits. Initially I began looking into the food industry for motivation to go vegetarian. After watching a documentary called Food Inc. I was so disgusted I felt as though everyone should be made aware of what takes place to produce the food we eat. Seeing how the animals were treated and the unsanitary quarters they lived in inspired me to be vegetarian for a month. I ended up caving; having grown up with unhealthy food it was hard to completely cut myself off from it. I experienced firsthand how food can be addictive; therefore, I always had an unhealthy relationship with it. It was hard knowing about the harmful hormones pumped into the meat I consumed, but still not be able to stop eating it. I made myself aware of the over-processed, over-advertised, low-priced tactics of this industry and still continued to fall victim. Not only that, I gained weight. At that point it was as though I was a cigarette smoker, completely aware of the damaging effects, but choosing to disregard them. I loved to inform people about random facts pertaining to the food industry, hoping they had more self-control than I did and would decide to eat healthier. I told horror stories of what took place in slaughterhouses and how yellow 5 is a fancy name for a synthetic food coloring. When I started researching this topic, I found it was because I had a genuine interest in what I was eating. Most people prefer not to know; don't ask, don't tell. As long as they don't witness the decapitation of the cow, they'll eat the burger. Viewing how desensitized today's society is when it comes to such problematic things surprises me. If it were a dog, the backlash would be instant, but because it's a cow or pig, the decapitation is met with a hot and waiting grill. The hardest thing about wanting to be vegetarian is knowing that my personal refusal to support the slaughtering of animals won't exactly slow the process. It would be invigorating to stand against all mass production meat companies, but my efforts won't stop them from breeding and killing animals. Going vegetarian may not even be the answer to being healthy. You don't have to be a vegetarian to be completely against the abusive treatment of animals, but if you are genuinely concerned about the issue the best thing you can do is take action. For example, some people eat only free range meat, which helps insure that the animals were raised in a more natural and healthy way. The goal isn't to stop the world from eating meat, but to get the food industry to understand that their practices are cruel to animal and unnecessary for business. Until those practices are changed I plan on trying my best to only support companies that produce organic and free range meat, meaning their cows are grass fed and allowed room to roam. |
"Free the Nipple"
By Crystal Hairston I’ve noticed over the past few years that feminism has branched off into a few daring trends that have been evoking emotional responses. The latest attention-grabbing trend is referred to as “free the nipple.” The typical visual consists of a shirtless woman next to an equally bare man. The picture would have "society says okay" over the man and "society says not okay" over the woman. I wasn’t fond of this slogan at first. I didn’t understand the fascination with wanting the right to show your nipples so badly. I thought feminism was about equal opportunity, roles, respect, and pay. Do women want to walk down the street shirtless now? Not even men are allowed shirtless everywhere; most establishments don’t allow it. But after the angry fog cleared my head, I was better able to evaluate and appreciate the trend. I'd been too busy observing as an offended person. I was baffled at why a woman would want people to see so much of her body. But then I realized just because I wouldn’t want to go shirtless in public doesn’t mean someone else wouldn’t. The execution may prompt confusion, but the trend confronts the sexual stigma surrounding the breasts of women but not men. Why are nipples so off limits? It’s like female breasts are too explicit and taboo to be viewed openly and innocently. Breasts have been sexualized by men and the media. Women just want do be able to do the same things men do without them being crimes. I’m happy I’ve gained understanding of the situation and I hope others do too. Stand back and look at the big picture of the movement before branding it raunchy or inappropriate. #FreeTheNipple |
Cultural Baggage
By Crystal Hairston I would like to believe your average person isn’t concerned that they are 1/16th German, or had a great, great, grandparent that was Polish. It isn’t exactly common to know every painstaking detail about your extensive family history; but, of course, there is always that proud stranger that knows what land their ancestors resided on in the 1600’s. In today’s society it seems that identifying as black or white isn’t enough, and if you do not know your heritage you seem culturally ignorant. I shouldn’t have to give a history lesson whenever I am asked my race or ethnicity; I am perfectly fine being African American. This of course, does not mean I am not proud of my ethnic heritage beyond that. I am not sure if I should identify as the race my family tells me I am or as my “predominant” race; this, of course, is up to personal preference. I have been told I am White, Black, indian, Portuguese, and Mexican. I do not relate to every single one of those cultures because I simply do not know what it means to be White or Portuguese in America. It is hard to be a part of something you know nothing about. I am not aware of any Portuguese customs, traditions, or celebrations. You cannot be a part of a community you do not share anything with. I was always confused when it came to cultural identity. Representing yourself as something you weren’t baffled me. I wasn't sure why anyone would want to be a different race than the one to which they were born. That seems disrespectful to your culture. But I saw it in a different light after a conversation with my grandmother about her heritage. “Grandma, what race were your parents?” “Well, my father was Cherokee and Blackfoot Indian. My mother was Portuguese.” “So you're not Black at all? “I am Black.” My grandmother had been raised around Black people all her life, and went on to marry a Black man. What I gained from our conversation was that she too, viewed herself as Black. She confessed to me about people calling her a “mutt” and “house slave” due to her mixed race and light skin tone. Her heritage seems lost now that her parents have passed away, little being known about the Native American way of life due to their dwindling population. After speaking to countless family members about what they found tracing back our family history got me thinking. Though it is interesting and gratifying to know where your last name came from, your ancestors original homeland, and all the cultures your bloodline holds, those people don’t play a role in how you identify as an individual. Your culture could be defined by who you surround yourself with or deem as your family. |
This I Believe
By Kasia Osiecka-Kaszuba This marking period, in my honors English class, I’m reading “Romeo and Juliet” by William Shakespeare. After reading most of the book and watching the movie, I realized something that kept me up last night: Emotions are temporary and will be replaced by other emotions. One day you can be happy and the next you may be sad. But no matter how long one emotion is there, it will be substituted eventually. I wonder if Romeo and Juliet hadn’t killed themselves, would they have still been madly in love months into their relationship? Or years? Would the spark that came from their eyes when they saw their star-crossed lover shine as brightly as it did before? Or would have they wished that they hadn’t made the decision to get married so quickly Imagine this: You just got home from a party. You’re cheerful that you finally had a night out and you spent it with friends. When you get home, your parents are upset at you because of something you forgot to do. Your joyous feeling soon fades and turns into anger or guilt. What now? You either yell or explain what happened. Either way, both of your emotions can (and will) change. That anger or guilt (from either you or your parent) can change into anything. I have dealt with many things in the past. From being bullied and rejected to feeling overwhelmed to being loved. Each of those feelings eventually went away. When I was bullied and upset about it, my feeling of being worthless went away once something good happened. Being happy can come and go as quickly as being sad. And vice versa; this goes for every emotion. Being depressed is also temporary. Some people take their lives because they don’t realize this. Being depressed can last for a while, but it can be replaced with different feelings. Many people may be depressed for the remainder of their lives, but they weren’t always depressed. Many of us were happy kids that either had happy lives or made the best of a bad one. After growing up, being happy changes. It may stay there, but it can be easily replaced. People are not always happy, even if they say they have a happy life. Emotions are easily broken like glass. One second you feel one way, the next you feel another. Feelings can change with a few words or actions, leaving someone in despair. Many times, I have felt down and worthless one second, then happy and cheerful the next. It won’t always take a second or minute or even an hour, but eventually the feelings will fade into new ones. The change isn’t always automatic; people have a choice of how to react. They will find an alternative to how they feel sooner or later. In conclusion, what I’m trying to let out is that no matter what you feel, emotions fade into different emotions, but never stay permanently. This means that you may feel emotions, but you’re not going to be in the same emotional state forever. |
The Answer is Water
By Brookelyn Hazelwood "What do you put in your hair for it to be so curly?" People ask. I just laugh to prevent me from yelling. The answer is simply water. Pure, clear water. I get in the shower, scrub my hair with shampoo and conditioner, and poof! It turns from straight to curly in seconds. It's crazy how many people ask me the same exact question: "Your curls are so pretty; why do you always wear your hair straight?" I love my curls, don't get me wrong, but my straight hair is way easier to manage. If you don't have curly hair, don't question me about my hair routine. Let me break it down for you. It takes a lot to manage curly hair. For example, I can’t wear my hair curly without washing or wetting it every single day in the shower because it gets really frizzy and disgusting. I can't brush my hair out without a huge clump of hair getting stuck in the drain. And, I can't put too much or too little product in my hair to keep the curl; I have to put just the right amount. So, what do I say to people when they ask what I use to make my hair curly? "Water, just water." I say. "And a little bit of love." |