“Filipinas don’t have curly hair"
Getting to know your Ad Hoc Clothing Barista
All my life, my hair has been complicated. In 1992, my mother gave birth to me and my head of silky straight hair. She loved my hair then, letting it grow long down my back, brushing it lovingly and tying it in dainty pastel ribbons. Of her three daughters, she adored my straight hair the most.
Then, in 3rd grade, it all changed.
My body and style doesn’t fit what’s available 99% of the time. The styles I do prefer tend to be shaped like a box and my hips are too wide for that. I don’t want to show my belly when I raise my arms, and I don’t want the lower part of my body to look suffocated in my clothes. I’m also short, and I have a nicely round tummy…