The Struggles (and Wins) of Being a Brown Girl With Curls - Kahani Digital Marketing
The feeling of my mother’s rough hands as she tightly combed through my ratchet hair still lives vividly in my mind. I still remember sitting on the edge of the bed as my mother oiled, massaged, and rubbed through each and every strand of my hair. The smell of the coconut oil permeated the room every Sunday morning; it was hard to forget.
