Growing up my mom always permed my hair and the perm caused my hair to break. My hair was damaged all of my teenage years. As I became an adult, I decided to stop using chemicals in my hair. When I had children I decided to do that for their hair as well. Also I didn 't like how other people did my hair so I started managing it myself.
Well shifting hair can seem like you 've got a square and circle block with one triangular hole. My premature large chop was largely because of my insufficient persistence with my shifting hair. Before long shifting hair just becomes tiring. Fortunately, my hair wasn 't broken, also it didn’t discontinue, however, which was largely because of the styles I made
Hi my naturalists, I 've been natural for a year and a few months (I transitioned); however, I recently noticed my hair has broken off a little in the front. The culprit is unknown, however it may be from putting too much heat on it (leave out from see-ins)... Anyways, I 'm considering doing the big chop (this Friday). However, I don 't wanna have to cut it so low mainly because I 'm just scared I 'm gonna look like a boy lol; so what do you guys recommend? Should I take another route or just suck it up and cut
Everyone is born with natural hair which is really priceless. Your hair is your beauty and as such you need to make sure that your hair is always in the best shape and in the best styles. This, however, is very hard because as women, we all know what it is like to suffer from bad hair days.
Hair Journey Something so simple as the hairs that grow on my head has had a significant impact on my life. No, this is not a story about my hair making me want to become a hairstylist; my hair had a different impact on me. An impact that allowed me to find my true self and realizing the things that make me different and special. I grew up living in the town of Lansdale going to schools in the North Penn School District. In all of the schools that I went to, the students were predominantly white.
In October of 2013 my brother Mark and I backed up the trailer and headed to Bellflower, Missouri to buy my first show calf. I’d shown hogs before but I was the girl that always wanted to challenge myself. My brother had shown steers since he was ten. He seemed to always know the right thing to do.
I recently pulled my hair into a high bun and noticed a foreign sight in my bathroom mirror. Yes, you guessed it. My very first gray hair.
Throughout the ever so common changes you experience, your hair will transform
I can say now that starting over has become apart of my life. I guess I should have figured that much since I did marry a military guy! Starting over was not something that I was comfortable with doing because I enjoyed consistency and knowing what to expect. Now that I am older, married, and have kids nothing is consistent anymore! Everyday is filled with something different and some mistakes.
A foot of hair gone! My worry was replaced with a feeling of victory. By taking my hair into my own hands, I took my life into my own hands. Many females my age feel the need for the validation of their peer group.
I remember my mother brushing my hair when I was young. It was a curly mass of tangles that shot off of my head in every direction and refused to be tamed. My mother called it charming and playful. I hated it with a passion.
Waking up in a white room, with a bed that I didn’t recognize. My eyes faded in and out as my family was walking into the room. Their faces were white with sorrowful looks, my dad had looked liked he had been crying all night. It felt as if this was a dream, more like a nightmare, I looked over to the beeping of the machines, the medicine running through my veins. My heart working it’s hardest to pump to keep me alive and well.
The first time a school acquaintance entered my car for a ride back to her home, she did not initially introduce herself to my mother, but instead greeted the entire car (my sister, my mother, and I) with an exclamation of “Wow! All of you have the coolest hair I’ve ever seen!” Rather than lament the loss of respect that Western children have for their elders-- as she would have definitely done with me-- my mother sheepishly grinned and thanked her. It’s a veritable fact- my mom was rocking her trademark strawberry blonde ‘fro puff, my younger sister her faux dreads of yarn, and I, sporting multi colored hair extensions-, but I felt that it was the ineptness of my white friend holding a veil over her eyes. It took years for me to realize how integral hair is, and continuously will be to my existence.
I couldn’t wait to tell my friends about my new craving for books! We were starting school in a week. I decided that I needed some answers. I was laying in bed when I had a great idea. I sneak outside and head to the cemetery.
In my lifetime, I haven’t had the best of luck when it comes to injuries. For example I’ve been burnt a few times, had many cuts and bruises, even had my head split open but one injury that always sticks in my mind is when I almost broke my jaw. It was about 8/9 years ago and I was at a wedding, everything was going well, the day was lovely the newlyweds and their guest were happy including me until the agonising moment occurred. I was on the dance floor with my sister Kameryn and our friend Chloe, when they decided to take off their shoes and return to the floor and me being the child that I was I copied them, then they both decided to twirl, again I copied but I didn’t work out as well for me as it did for Kameryn and Chloe.
