Merry Christmas

Right now it's christmas morning, and already my mom and I have gotten into an argument. Over, you guessed it, my hair. It started off as just a pesky suggestion, that I shampoo my hair (I already co-washed it yesterday and was waiting to shampoo it with a new shampoo I bought from carol's daughter). Every time she wants to do something to my hair it involves heat or some other form of texture altering, and I'm not feeling that at all. I want to transition into this with no heat, and no "help" (relaxer) from her. She insists that she's going to have to hotcomb my roots, and I'm beyond irritated with that. She says she's tired of seeing my hair broken off...news flash, it's still going to be broken off after the roots are straightened, it's just going to be choppy hair with straight roots which to me is even worse than it is now. She said she's been letting what I've been doing "slide" but now she "doesn't care what I want" and will do my hair whenever/however she likes. No. Nope, absolutely not. She's been straightening my hair ever since I can remember, and that's no exaggeration. I literally cannot remember a time where my hair wasn't straightened by hair in some form--hot comb or relaxer. She doesn't understand that by forcing me to straighten my hair now, she's telling me to change the way I am naturally (no pun intended). That the way God made my hair is unacceptable and flawed and needs to be altered by human hands to flourish. Yes, I wanted to tell her that today--but I couldn't. It's Christmas and honestly I think I'd break her heart if I told her that she was the reason I have low self esteem and am not comfortable with myself. So we argued and I told her I'm not ready to talk to her. Thus silence and a lot of tension on this Christmas day. But that doesn't mean I'm going to stop transitioning. Not for her, or for anyone else! That's my Christmas miracle, my near year's resolution...my everything. I'll be sorry later.
-Merry Christmas!