Descriptive Essay About Blondes

Chris Rock’s documentary, Good Hair, investigates the notion of what good hair is. Dominant society views good hair as straight or essentially caucasian hair. This is not only problematic to the self-esteem and confidence of black women, but it can also cause black women to appropriate Asian culture. Black women unfortunately take advantage of Asian culture in search of what society believes is good hair. Many black women wear weaves in order to align to what society believes is good hair. However, when they buy this hair, they do not realize what Asians go through. Likewise, Asians who give up their hair do not know where or who this hair will be going to. Thus, this desire for good hair further perpetuates the lack of understanding that black

I get up from bed, grab some gray slacks and a pullover and head into the bathroom to change. Once I change I look at myself in the mirror examining my thin bone structure and the paleness of my skin. I put my dark brown hair into a ponytail while walking over to Flynn.

I peeked around the corner, only to see him with his left hand in front of his eyes while his right arm was stretched out in front of him to give me the towel. I grabbed the material out of his shaking hand and wrapped it around my damp body. “You can look, Stiles.” I giggled and he slowly removed his hand from his eyes. “Holy… I- uh, I mean, I should go.” He pointed his finger at the door and stumbled towards the door. “Wait!” I walked towards him and pecked his cheek. “Thank you, for helping me.” He looked down, trying to hide his blush and began fumbling with his hands. “I'll do anything for someone like you- I mean, yeah, bye.” He stuttered before leaving the room. I laughed before putting my clothes on. For some reason I couldn't wipe the smile off my

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On her head, she donned a short, black, and slick bob. She cut her hair that way in order to look classy, even only at certain angles. This morning, it was a struggle to keep the stray hairs in place, so she skipped taking a selfie. She had many times proudly called herself ugly in front of her friends, but can't stand the ugliness she was seeing in her reflection. She wanted to be paler, skinnier, taller...

“Can I use your bathroom?” She interrupts cheerily, and he obliges, even as she’s calling him stupid in her head.

As I reach the door I fling it open and immediately slam it shut catching my breath. I lean on the door and slide down simultaneously

As evening approached, I rose from the bed, the form of my body leaving a ghost-like imprint on the comforter. I smoothed out the impression, knowing how Melissa liked things neat, and traded my old clothes for new ones. After changing I looked into the full-length mirror on the back of the door. I looked like some college leftover in a pair of camouflage pants and an Aéropostale shirt. As I left the building, a soldier broke from behind the desk and followed at my heels.

Being a hairstylist, it is all about the skills: The artistic skills, the communication skills, also, the skill to be patient and respectful. Some people have a difficult time trying to obtain all of these skills. Hairstylists have a tough job. No one really understands what the stylist goes through. The pressure to get things right and to make the client happy is a complicated situation.

As I set up in the bed, my phone decides to go off. I should turn it off, but I just look at it stunned. I can't believe it, I beat my alarm. After A few moments. I swing my legs over the side of the bed turning the alarm off as I do so, I stand up. then out of habit. I walk over to the dresser, I know it's pointless, none of my clothes are in there at the moment, I think to myself. However, my face turns into surprise when I see what's waiting for me.

Carter is absolutely perfect in this episode, and he demonstrates exactly the depth of his ability through some very heartfelt and even heart-wrenching moments.

Hank knelt across from me, the cowboy hat I used to think was so sexy perched against his knees. He’d ruffled his hair as soon as he took it off to avoid hat head, but all it did was give him a look of wispy childlike innocence. The kind of look that was hard to erase. And yet, all too easy.

"Remind me what exactly we're doing here?" Aaron asked while adjusting the new underwear Bill gave him.

After flipping off the switch to my cheap, red Revlon hair dryer, I took one glance in the mirror and noticed my hair looked exactly as expected: terrible. My dark brown curls were separated, flattened, and all the volume had been suctioned out. My once-voluptuous locks were now dry and brittle noodles. I have never had great experiences with hair dryers. Honestly, how could I? I have fine, curly hair that frizzes at the very touch of my fingers. Some days it looks like a rat’s nest, other days it looks like five rat’s nests all got into a fight over whose nest could look the dirtiest. So let me explain to you the extent of a mess in which I deal with on the daily.

Snow White. Casper. The abominable snowman. Why do these characters all sound so familiar to me? Well, it is simply because I am a very fair- skinned brunette. I describe myself as bright white. I never realized how white I was until people felt the dire need to tell me. As a young child, I never really thought it was a big deal either. But as we age, we learn new things that perhaps we did not recognize before.