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At age four, I ran away screaming anytime my mother approached me with a comb.
Thirty years later, I feel the same way.
I. hate. hair.
I hate combing it. I hate styling it. I hate hot combs, relaxers, weave, grease, brushes, blow-outs, hood dryers, sponge rollers, hard rollers. I hate getting it braided, twisted, loc'd, cut, shampooed, conditioned, wrapped, rinsed, dyed, fried and laid to the side.
Why can't we all just rock smooth clean baldies?
Why can't we place an emphasis on who has the shiniest dome? That's a style I could compete with.
But alas, beauty and hair have been intrinsically linked since the beginning of time. Much to my chagrin.