I'm 29 and I've embraced my hair... I swore around my 29th birthday that I would have my natural hair by the time I was 30. Well, I've made it, I'll be 30 next month and I do have my natural hair. It has been a long hair journey for me to embrace and love my hair the way it is. I used to hate my curls and I dreamed of long sleek straight hair that flowed and did everything I wanted it to do. Now I love my curls, my slight frizz. I never have to really worry about my hair falling flat, or not having body or texture. I've had my hair so many different colors, pink, red, orange, bleached blonde, purple. Some if not all of those at the same time. I once went to jury duty with my hair looking like it was ringlets of flames.
Not only did I have to grow my hair out from years of a dye/bleach jobs this year, I also had to grow my hair out from a very damaging perm on top of those. I fried my hair like crazy.
So I'm finally me, and I'm pretty darn happy with who I am...
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