I've never seen my hair curly until now! Let me find out its a curl pattern hiding under all that frizz lol.
(This is a close up of some of my hair hanging out of a braid, the straight part is not mine)
I swear, ever since I moved here, I've been waiting for the day I could finally be the only person in charge of my hair. My mom made it easy. But when I moved in with my dad side of the family all of a sudden it was like instead of just some easy effortless task, it was like I was under an examination table with a team of doctors and nurses:
"What do we do with it?"
"How often should we perm it?"
"Who is going to do it every day?"
"She's got a good grade of hair, but its overprocessed. Get her a kiddie perm"
"Her hair is underprocessed. Its probably time for an adult perm"
and blah blah blah etc.
Of course no one consults me through any of this. I was like some hair science experiment.
I always absolutely HATED how people who gave me a relaxer always overlapped it from root to end, over previously relaxed hair when CLEARLY it says not to do that! "Well thats how everyone always does it and thats how you get it straight" the girl would say when I told her not to do that. I was like well its my hair if I don't want relaxer on my ends I shouldn't have to get relaxer on my ends. My hair always came out in chunks in the days following a relaxer and it made me angry that I had to deal with the results of everyone else's actions. Especially since my hair isn't thick to begin with so losing hair BLOWS extra hard. I had to cut my own split ends with a pair of scissors and a mirror because no one knew to do it for me ... ugh the frustration haha. FYI family who means well: Anytime I get a crimson red rinse dye (the one thing I actually asked for) and my hair turns a random shade of pink that is a sign it was already chemically abused!!
curly hair!?!?
-Dez Out
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