From "My Mother and Mercy"

When I come across pieces of writing in which the author expresses how someone or something has made them despise their appearance, it truly depresses me. Our hair is a representation of who we are. There is no one in this world who can decide whether our hair is ugly or bad. The narrator felt ugly because her grandmother made her feel inferior for the type of hair she was born with, because her hair was not blonde. Our hair is a representation of our culture, we must embrace it.