Growing up in a society where European features are the epitome of beauty was challenging, brainwashed by advertisements and peoples opinions on who we should be. What happens when we start to lose sight of who we are? What happens when we detach ourself  from the our roots?  We start to become what people want us to be, rather than finding it out ourselves. through out my life i’ve learned not to to listin to others opinions not only about my hair but my way of living.  For my hair is my crown, I wear it proud. No longer will I try to fit into their broken view or have their comments subject me.