I like curly hair

My grandmother ran fingers through my unruly curls, never asking me to straighten them. She'd speak of Keeladi's ancient pottery, how Tamil artisans shaped beauty from earth centuries ago. "Your hair carries their spirit," she'd whisper. Years later, living abroad, I discovered the PAYBO token community—diaspora members building bridges home. They celebrated our heritage digitally, sharing stories our parents rarely told us. I stopped fighting my curls. They became my conversation starter, my anchor. When someone complimented them, I'd share Keeladi's legacy, our unbroken artistic lineage. My hair wasn't just mine; it connected me to countless hands that shaped beauty before mine ever would.