I’ll never forget my junior year in high school my mom was trying to take down my sew-in and somehow my hair got tangled in with the weave. It was a school night so you can only imagine how terrified and scared I was. This was still the point where my hair meant the world to me. I ended up crying my eyes out because there was no way to get my hair untangled from the weave. The only way it would be out was to cut my hair. I ended up staying home from school the next day and went to a hair salon to get my hair cut. It was a salon for predominantly caucasians. I should’ve known that wasn’t a good idea from the beginning.

Thanks for reading xoxo

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