Personal Narrative: I Never Dumbed My Hair

Hair exists in a variety of colors and textures. My hair is strong with a smooth brown color like milk chocolate with the feeling of a twisted corkscrew in a rope. When I was a little girl my mom told me that my hair was strong because I was hard headed. My dad told me that my hair was strong because it goes with my personality of not taking hell from anyone. I believe my hair is strong because it tells my history.

Piece by piece they “butchered Bertier alive” (Unger 243) I found this very disturbing. The thought of people butchering someone is sickening but the fact that he was alive and was put through that much excruciating pain is absolutely terrifying.

Hi everyone ever since I was a pre-teen I was Into organic/natural products.while watching countless hours of hair videos I taught myself a thing or two about loving myself and hair ,as well as tips from my aunt. I love to experiment with different hairstyles from natural hair to weaves, using all sorts of different colors and techniques . while I'm embarking on my natural hair journey and success I want you to be apart of it so don't forget to like and follow my page as well as my other social

So I took them off and set them down and then you pick the pair you want off the plastic pages and then they take them and put them in this press thing and then they're all good and you put them on by just putting them on the place on your back, and this time they sorta snapped in somehow, and then they're all good. I wanted to change my hair too, I forget what mine looked like but it was fairy hair so it changed as soon as the fairy guy turned me into a fairy. So I wanted this long wavy look but I didn't want brown. They only had select styles and colors and you could mix and match and put another color with one. There was only about 6 to choose from. There was a pink pony tail. A long waxy brown. A brown ponytail. Something teal. And a

The time is 7:00 AM. I need to take a quick shower to get ready to school, but who’s going to do my hair? During my childhood, my life was unfortunates. My mom was working all day,and coming home late. We lived in the same house, we shared the same bed, the same bathroom and the same plates, but there was no closed conception between both of us, in other words her life too busy to teach me what I was doing wrong like many parents did. Assuming to myself, how cruel was the world? because she never has time for me. That is to say I was a bird flying without stooping to look for a home that wo bring me love in attention. During my days before schools I constantly did my own hair, watching YouTube and creating my own style with a brush and Rabanne.

Thank you for inviting me to interview for this position, and congratulation for getting your online store off the ground. It just so happens that I know a bit about hair extension since I am consumer of them myself.

First, I must check the roots to make sure that the new growth is straight. If it is not; therefore, we must perm the hair to make it straight. Second, before styling my hair. I must first wash, condition, and blow-dry it. Finally, I curl it, and put spritz, or oil sheen on it to make it shine. Then I use a rake comb to comb out the curls, and style

Hair is just hair, I didn’t think it was a big enough deal that it could cause disagreements between best friends, but I was very wrong. A few months ago, I was pushing around the idea of getting a pixie cut and my friend was trying to talk me out of it. For some reason, it turned into a heated discussion and after a while, her face turned red and she yelled “Well I don’t need my best friend looking like a dyke!” and that was something that really took me back. I was very blown away because I did not think that there was still very many people who were still against that, and I definitely didn’t think my best friend was one of them. That was the day that I completely realized much she wasn’t okay with it.

Learning to love your natural hair is a frustrating journey. For some reason we have the hardest time loving ourselves but so easily fall in love with those who have just as many, or more, flaws as us. But can you truly love someone else without loving yourself?

Various people have the constant need to make themselves appealing to others, all the while making themselves feel terrible. There are various possessions out there that they could do, from changing their hair to makeup or even your clothes. This can accomplish various possessions, the most prominent being self-confidence. Not various people do but you could even change your outlook on life; if you were once an emo person then you could try being happier, go lucky. In order to change their hair, they may cut it or even dye it. This may be your simple everyday colors or it may be something completely out there, such as red or even a multitude of colors. Just looking at that person you may say that they are demented and ask you what were they

My hair is as plain and boring as school, it is almost always the same, morning, noon, and night. The only time my hair is different is when I run my hand through it. When I run my hand through my hair, it looks as though hundreds of spikes are dancing around, My hair is what you would call “dirty blond” but sometimes it just looks plain brown. When I walk in storms or very fast winds my hair is a train wreck, it's all up and down and sometimes even sideways. In addition, my hair is as straight as a flag pole, but sometimes when my hair gets long it becomes a mess of worms wiggling around the dirt. After I take a nice long shower, my hair starts to wiggle around into place. My hair is currently long enough to become all wiggly. If I were

Being natural comes with a ton of pros and cons, but being natural is great. Most people can not manage being natural because they are use to a having a perm in their hair. Once people go natural they will see a change in how fast they will be able to get dressed and how much money they will save from buying perms and booking beauticians. The compliments of being natural are amazing and that is why I love my natural hair journey.

Vibrant colours, outrageous costumes, masks, dresses, stilts, lights consuming my vision making it impossible to concentrate. The early evening air seems to cool my throat as I take deep breaths trying to stay calm. Pushed around by the seemingly never ending crowd, it seems almost impossible to get to my destination. You see I have arranged to meet someone very special right by the hot dog stand and I am determined to get there no matter how hard I have to fight sea of festival goers to do so.

I took a fifteen minute shower, got out and started pushing my teeth. Once I finished making my teeth fresh and clean, I grab my brush and started brushing my hair. I didn't wash it since, I didn't want to deal with my naturally curling hair, so I decided to kept the wavy look from yesterday. I didn't want to brush out my waves too much, so I brushed my hair very lightly. Once done taming the mane, I grabbed my cosmetic bag from the counter and proceeded to contour, apply a nice brown smokey eye with false eyelashes, a warm pink blush to my cheeks and to top it off I applied my one of my favorite lipsticks Scarlett empress. This lipstick color was a dark red wine. My makeup took forever to do, because when I pressed the power button to my phone

I slid into my booth and ate in fear. This was nothing like eating at the Soul Pit.