Curly Girly

As I stood at the bridge, and held my smoothie, I pinched a curl with my fingers, letting it spring back into position. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I remembered how unfortunate I am. How hard it is to deal. No matter how many times I explain it, no one will ever understand how difficult it is to deal with. It never shines, it always frizzes, Im deathly afraid of water, and because I don't wash it every day, people treat me like I smell like sewage even though I showered this morning. It hurts even more when girls complain about their straight hair, begging for my own, especially after I begin to cry about how uncontrollable it is. As a fourteen year old girl it's damaging to my self-consciousness trying to straighten, and make it perfect, only to let it be ruined by the evil humidity or the rain. Cowering in rain coats, and under awnings, embarrassing my self under plastic bags to keep my hair straight. If only it could be wavy, something more manageable, I'd be able to live with myself without scowling at my face in the mirror. If you wish you had curly hair, when your hair is so easy to handle, stop wishing and live with it, because it could be worse, you could be me. As hard as it is to cope with, I can never understand how any one could love my curls.