By Alanis N..Cruz Soto
For a long time, I did not understand why my hair bothered me so much.
It was not just my hair. It was everything that came with it.
As a child in Puerto Rico, when I looked in the mirror, I saw a Black girl in a country where being Black often seemed to come with explanations. Explanations were needed about how I should wear my hair, how I should look, what colors looked good on me, what kind of hair was “beautiful,” and which kind was “difficult.”…






