Don't you just love how you feel after you get a good haircut? Luckily, for me, almost every haircut is a good one (in the sense that it's never botched up, not meaning that I've always made the best judgment call on style) because I've found the uber-stylist... I have naturally curly hair and until 3 years ago, I resigned myself to the fact that I would always have a "fro". White girl with big hair. Bell-head. Poodle-head. Goldilocks. Bush. (weird that that one came from my Uncle. If the high school boys ever caught wind of that one.....)
Then I met Megan and my life changed. She completely understood my hair and knew exactly how to deal with it. Taught me how to tame it. Showed me the right products (you mean Pantene wasn't working???). Gave me a "style." It was fantastic. You know why she knows how to deal with my hair??? Because I have "black hair." Yep, me, the whitest girl on the planet (in many senses of the word), I have african american hair. Who knew I wasted my hair youth on white stylists??
Whatever the hell it is, I've got it under control and feel like a new woman today. I cannot believe how long and out of control it was. Sure, I dabbled in the idea of growing it out, but in the name of my own sanity, we nixed that idea. Back to easy, low maintenance and stylish. Ahhhh....
Now, if only she could trim my thighs.
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You and me both sister.The years of torturous teasing.I to was a bush, meet sticker bush.Ready to LYAO a boy ran up to me put his hands in my hair, shook it and yelled, "EVERYBODY OUT!" Your laughing your ass off aren't you? Thank god for straightners, no more sending my head through the dry cleaners.
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