She's Bald

I hate my hair.

I hate how I had tussles and hard times with something that is part of you.

I hate being only known for my hair.

I hate how messy it gets when I get up.

I hate how the loose, curly strands stick to my forehead when I sweat.

I hate how much money I have to spend on hair products for ONE head.

I hate my hair.

I don't hate that my mother knew someone who can cure the hate.

I don't hate how we drove to Philidephia to get the cure.

I don't hate smelling plugged in irons and hot sink water.

I don't hate the sound of scissors to hair.

I don't hate the sound of the buzz cutters to the scalp.

I don't hate that I shaved my head.

I don't hate how I don't need to fight anymore.

For standing out.

For doing something just because I wanted something different.

I hated my hair.

Now it's something that I could never be ashamed of.