Curly hair runs in the family—all except one. All except one, who is just simply straight. His hair remains short and thick without complications or difficulty. You can mess with it all you want, but it won’t move. And he will never understand the struggles the rest of the family endore.
Long, short, thin or thick, the curls never are ignored. The struggles are real. Humidity and rain, as if in anything but a desert, has irritates Curly and Cozy on the top of my head. And then compliments, charm and complexity overtakes.
My brother’s hair, so effortless and easy. However, no matter the difficulty or troubling times, I love my curls and I wouldn't want it anyother way.