My hair is part of my identity. People would not recognize me without my curly hair. When I had my hair straightened once my friend looked at me in a confused way and asked me, "What's happened to you?? Something doesn't look right!”

In some ways my hair affects my personality. When my hair is wet I am more energetic and feel sillier.  It reminds me of going through a cold sprinkler in October.

I wear different hairstyles.  School hair is in braids.  It’s in braids so that it does not get like a tangled mess of yarn!  When I have my hair in braids I fell less crazy than I do on the weekends when my hair is loose.  Weekend hair is a big puffy ponytail or loose lion mane hair.  On weekends you have  “all the time in the world."  Having “all the time in the world” means I don’t have to worry about doing my hair and how long it will take.  I like to take my time and not rush, unlike during the week. 

When I go on a camping trip away from home and don’t want to do my hair I get my hair braided in tight African braids.  When I have my hair in braids my dad calls me “Africa.”  My braided hair brings out the African in me.

My hair is a mix between my dad’s Trinidadian, fat spaghetti dreadlocks and my mom’s wavy, brown and grey spider web Irish hair. 

After a long day the front of my hair goes crazy and has a mind of its own.  It’s mad scientist hair that wants to break off my head and do some crazy experiment.