If My Curls Could Talk (They’d Have a Lot to Say)

— A letter from your hair, because honestly, we’ve been quiet long enough.

Hey you.
Yes, you. The one touching me, styling me, ignoring me… sometimes loving me, sometimes not.

We need to talk.

I’m your curls. And I have a few things to get off my spiral.

I’m not “difficult.” I’m just misunderstood.

You used to treat me like a problem. Something to flatten, tame, and stretch into submission.
But I was never broken—I was just dry, thirsty, and screaming for hydration.

That shampoo that left me feeling like hay? Let’s not do that again.
 Next time, reach for something softer. Something was made for me. Something like Moisturising Shampoo.

I love water.

No, like… love water.

You rush me in the shower and expect me to perform? Girl.
Give me time. Let that water soak in. Then, feed me a conditioner that gets me.
Not the “two-in-one” nonsense. I mean something rich, real—like Ultimate Moisture Therapy.

Let it melt into me. Detangle gently. I promise I’ll thank you with a bounce.

Don’t skip the styling—I shine when I’m layered.

Remember that time you just air-dried me bare and wondered why I frizzed out?

Yeah. I need a little prep. A Leave-In Conditioner to sip on.
Maybe a Curl Cream if I’m feeling fancy.
And a gel to seal it all in—Hard Hold Gel, please, for those humid days.

I’m not being dramatic. I just know my worth.

I stretch, shrink, spiral, and swell—let me.

I’m not going to look the same every day.
Some mornings I’m soft clouds. Some evenings I’m bold halos.
Stop punishing me for changing.

I’m textured. I’m alive. I’m allowed to shift.

You don’t need to fix me. You just need to meet me where I am.

Protect me at night. Or deal with the consequences.

Don’t come crying in the morning if you left me out to tangle and dry.
Wrap me up. Satin me down. Keep the friction away.
Bonnet. Scrunchie. Pillowcase. Non-negotiable.

And finally, thank you.

For the days you listened.
For the days you let me be big. Be wild. Be seen.

I notice. I remember. And when you care for me with patience and pride?

I bloom.

Forever yours,
Your Spirals, Coils, Kinks & Waves