There is this sort of metamorphosis that takes place after I just let the unhindered wildness in me be totally and utterly free. When my hair is curly, no one is any longer running their fingers through my hair from root to tip, telling me how it feels silky. Instead, I feel the weight and strength of the curls on me.
No matter how many serums, creams, or sprays I used you could always tell my hair wasn't really supposed to be straight... it was all a temporary fix anyways. As soon as I washed my hair I would be back to square one. So many of us hide behind some type of mask -- maybe it's our clothes and appearance, money, or status. Despite how much effort you put into your appearance it's not going to change who you are underneath it all.