Flipping through the pages of magazines, no one looks like me but yet i try to copy every fashion trend and make up tips demonstrated on skin tones and body shapes that do not even remotely resemble mine.
And when i did stop trying and combed out my Afro instead of hiding it under yet another bone straight wig, everyone wanted to know what i had done with my hair.
As it turned out my friends thought my hair was straight like theirs and i bet they thought that flush of colour on my cheeks was real too. I could not really blame them. I had never exposed the real me and strangely enough they seem to prefer my afro though i am still struggling with not trying to slap their hands away each time they see me and instinctivley try to touch it.
Was i embarrassed or had i being conditioned to think that everything about me was unpretty and needed conversion?
