How I learned to love my afro hair: ‘I went from tolerating it to enjoying it’
Growing up mixed race in Ireland, I longed for sleek, straight locks, and spent years having treatments that burned my scalp. That horrifies me now
I remember being 13 and sleeping over at a friend’s house. I use the term “friend” loosely because, years later, I realised that most of these girls were never really my friends. Making her bed in the morning, my host reached down and plucked something from the pillow.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh! Gross!” she shrieked.