Where My Hair Journey Began, part 2 of 2

Boy did I make a mistake. I went to this girl who had been highly praised by some girls I knew.  I looked her up and made an appointment. Her name was Angel. Whew!

Well, she applied the "supa" and sat down in the chair in front of me. I was like, what's really going on? Well, my scalp is very sensitive and I started to burn really fast. I asked her how long she was going to let  the perm stay on my hair.  And she said, "Oh, you ready? I was waiting for you to tell me when you were ready."

Huh?  What? Now who gave her a license to do hair, right?

Needless to say, after she shampooed my hair, I could tell something was wrong.   When I ran my fingers through my wet hair, it didn't feel smooth. It just felt different and my fingers were sticking to the hair and getting caught. Anyway, although it looked okay, I knew It wasn't going to be okay.  When it soon started breaking, I just cut it off. And I loved it. I've been wearing it like that ever since. But I still wasn't completely natural. I would still perm, mousse, and scrunch it so it would be wavy.

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