The Beginning
I
have never understood my hair. I didn’t as a kid and am slowly learning today.
Sitting
in my mom’s kitchen on a Saturday night right before Easter, getting my hair
pressed was a treat. I loved the look and feel of my hair but hated the heat
burns, the long process, and the combing – particularly since I have always
been extremely ‘tender-headed.’ Once my hair was pressed, I could not go
outside and play – nor did I want to –or do anything that would cause my hair
to ‘sweat back.’
At
the age of 12 I got my first relaxer and you couldn’t tell me nothing! Lux – uri-
ous! I didn’t know or care what damage was being done. All I needed was to have
a retouch ready to go in six to eight weeks! I functioned this way for 20
years.
Surprisingly, who never desired to be natural was ME!
Next
time, I’ll continue the story with my painful growing out process saga…no big chop for me!
Until
then, what are your remembrances of your earlier hair situation – were they
cute or painfully ugly? Please share.
XoXo,
Demi
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