When I was younger I used to loathe my curly hair. The unruly mess of spirals had more than a mind of its own and was met with nothing other than resentment. Years later I've learnt to love the big head of hair that I have been granted with. Perhaps after a bout with a shaved head an appreciation has been developed for having some locks to play with to pass the dull hours of the day. Then again, it becomes much easier to love my larger than life locks when I'm surrounded by such an array of curly inspiration. The bold, the beautiful and the all inspiring women that surround me. For the first time in my life I'm in good company with the hair of some of my closest ladies, perhaps providing the best indication of how radiant a bit of sisterly love can really be.
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