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it took me a long time to accept myself and my hair. my parents divorced when I was young, and I lived with my very white-assimilated trinidadian mother. I had a lot of social problems as a kid, and when I finally made friends they were all white. I fell into emo and punk culture, and was never really able to explore myself as a black man. when I first started growing my hair out, it was to straighten it so I could look more like my scene friends. I thought that that would make me more attractive to white people, and more accepted. but over the years I have come to love myself as an indian, trinidadian, and black man. my hair is beautiful as is, my body is fucking exquisite.