Forgive me, please

I just want to ask for forgiveness. 
To my mother; to my sister; to all black women. I keep on saying go natural: be proud, don’t do weaves, don’t do chemicals, don’t do the like! Whereas I chop mine off. Dispose of in the pit latrine, flush in the toilet, bin with the household rubbish. I sometime burn it. 
And I expect you to ‘keep’ it on your head? 
Please, forgive me.