Growing up, I hated my hair. I came of age in the early 2000’s, which was when stick straight strands were in, and I had a head full of coarse, uneven waves that were prone to puffing up no matter how much Frizz Ease I drenched them in. (Living in New Orleans, which is known for its high heat and year-round humidity, did not help.)
I found it especially frustrating that all of the Asian women in my life (including my mom and best friend) had the sleek, glossy hair that was generally expected from my people.
And so, instead of wearing my hair down, my go-to look from fifth to eighth grade was a severely slicked back bun that wouldn’t move if a hurricane hit it. I also wore braces and a mouth expander, and refused to smile in any photo, so yeah, it was a cute time.