Maya stood in front of the mirror, gently touching her curls. They were soft, full, and beautiful, reaching toward the sky like little spirals of sunshine.
Maya se quedó frente al espejo, tocando suavemente sus rizos. Eran suaves, abundantes y hermosos, elevándose hacia el cielo como pequeños espirales de luz.
For years, she had heard people say that straight hair was prettier. Sometimes she wondered if her natural hair was “too big,” “too wild,” or simply different.
Durante años, había escuchado decir que el cabello liso era más bonito. A veces se preguntaba si su cabello natural era “demasiado grande”, “demasiado rebelde” o simplemente diferente.

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