Flat Irons-Personal Narrative

In the sixth grade, I realized that I looked different. The years before had hinted that I was ugly and different, but it became confirmed in my head by this time. It was the 60's, and all the other kids had long, straight, and flowing hair. Then there was my hair, fluffy, wiry, kinky, and when I tried to grow it long, it grew out, not down like all the others I saw. The other kids had beautiful, long, straight hair that laid down in which I admired, but my hair fluffed out like a ball. When in the 2nd grade, one of the ladies in the Fountain told mom she could fix my hair cute, and she cut my hair to be 2 inches all over. This haircut was the beginning of my nightmare about how I looked. Can you imagine a round-faced girl, with a ball

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.

Have you ever been through a journey faced with complications that lead you through frequent steps that can occasionally make you want to give up? I decided to do my capstone project on The Journey of Natural Hair, mainly focusing on the selections of afro-textured portions throughout my project. A journey of natural hair is a route you take along with your hair as you encounter different changes and ideas pertaining to your hair. The Natural hair journey technically starts when you are born because everyone is born with different varieties of natural hair. My reason for choosing such a topic is because it is something I can relate to. I have also experienced many of the common stages along my natural hair journey. This topic stands out to me and is something I enjoy talking and learning about. I understand that many aren’t able to self-experience a journey of natural curls which varies with race and background. Exposures to chemicals such as hair relaxers can permanently change the texture of the relaxed portion of hair. As I research further into my subject I hope to learn how certain things can manipulate the hair. I also seek to learn new things the journey has prepared as it continues step by step. I can achieve this by gaining more knowledge about natural/afro-textured hair through others experiences and studies on it.

Did you know that flat irons are not very healthy for your hair? Well, if you didn’t know this is why I'm telling you.The first flat iron ever invented was in 1872. The creator of the flat iron was named Erica Feldman, she used heated rods to shape her hair. Most women at the time would use clothes irons to get their hair straight.Every girls' hair would be completely healthy if hair straighteners did not exist.

Here, there, everywhere, all I see is more hair. Wild and untamable like a jungle, running freely all over me. Dark as the night, contrasting with my porcelain skin. Sure, I did start the bold brows trend, but that was short lived. While I look like a wildebeest, my mother resembles a Sphynx cat. Sometimes, I wish I looked like her, not having to care about wearing shorts or going down to the beach.

It is a known fact that women love to try different hairstyles in order to be fashionable and feel beautiful. Nowadays, may women use a flat iron for styling their hair. In case you have a flat iron at home but do not know exactly how to use it, here is how you can style your hair with a flat iron.

Every time I pick up a hair magazine I’m impressed with the innovative direction the Beauty Industry is heading. A trend wouldn’t happen if salon professionals didn’t ride its wave.

In conclusion, living forever may be a blessing for some, but inevitably it is a curse to

Several minutes after arriving at the photographer’s house my hair almost murdered her mother. The short woman with her round miniature glasses stood in awe at the sight of my hair. Once again my tangled frizzy hair had ruined the day. I stood there awkwardly trying to hide my trembling hands in the ripped pockets of my old blue hoodie. I wondered if this would be the end of my non-existent modeling career. Would the gigantic beehive on my cold head ruin my mother’s dream? Confused and upset, the old woman sat me on a bumpy wooden chair and then turned on several smoldering hair irons. First, she grabbed a bottle of moose and drenched my hair in the dripping substance. Without any heat protection, she took several irons and stuck them to my hair. She had several participants that stood there holding the weapons burning off the top layer of skin on my head. Several times they stuck the smoldering weapons to my head, and each time the odor of burning flesh stood the tiny hairs in my nose. I let out several screeches and grunts in pain, as my flesh sizzled and turned a bloody orange. Eventually after two hours, the last strand of hair went up in fiery

I loved elementary school until I got to the fifth grade. I started to get bullied every day, and it affected me physically, emotionally, and mentally. As the years passed by the bullying got worse. People would talk about my clothes and my hair. My mother did not always have money so there would be times I would have to wear the exact same clothes every week. Also, my mother did not know how to do hair neither. There were many times when my hair would be all over the place, and people would constantly pick on me about it. I use to wish that I was a boy so that I could beat up all of my bullies, because I felt as a female that I was too weak to defend myself. I would frequently hide in the bathroom or a classroom when it was lunch time, or

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.

I forgot the best of them would go without my every spending a day or a dollar enjoying them. That’s my life story in those few words, a life never lived.” (LaRocco & Coughlin, 1996, p. 109) She gets it now even when it seems too late. Yet many can learn from her mistakes to find ‘it’ early in life so life is not wasted.

It was a Friday morning and the clock just struck 6 am. Ring, ring, ring as my alarm clock went off, but I acted like I couldn’t’ hear my alarm because I dreaded going to school every single day, because of the harassment and vicious word’s from my school class mates. At the very young age of 7 years I was diagnosed with Alopecia, which is an autoimmune disease that causes extreme hair loss. I’m going to share with you my very personal experience of living with Alopecia, and how I rose above the worst, and finally overcame Alopecia.

Sub-headlines: "Hair La Vie the foundation of hair care" or "Start the repair, grow and protect your hair today."

While sitting in my mom’s new apartment one night, I debated what my next “hair project” would be like. I picked up my dyes and brush, and mixed away. The aroma of hair dye mixed with conditioner filled the room from ceiling to floor, wall to wall. From a few feet away, I heard my mom ask, “Are you sure this is what you want to do?” and I replied, “Of course, this is who I am”.