My Hair Dyed For Summer Break-Personal Narrative

Hi everyone ever since I was a pre-teen I was Into organic/natural products.while watching countless hours of hair videos I taught myself a thing or two about loving myself and hair ,as well as tips from my aunt. I love to experiment with different hairstyles from natural hair to weaves, using all sorts of different colors and techniques . while I'm embarking on my natural hair journey and success I want you to be apart of it so don't forget to like and follow my page as well as my other social

Then one day I was sitting on the bench in the shade reading my book. His name was Jonathan, he grabbed my book and ran. So I sat there and yelled at him to bring me back my book, never managed to achieve. Next thing I know I’m chasing him around the playground yelling at him to give me my book. I gave up and stopped running and then went somewhere he wouldn’t be able to see me. Whenever I saw him stop and sit down I ran out and grabbed my book and then he grabbed my arm. I told him to let go and next thing he did was give me an Indian burn. Then I cried and told my teacher. My lesson learned from this was reading shouldn’t be done at recess.

When I got home the first thing I did was messaged him. His replied in less than .02 seconds, as if he was on his phone waiting for me to message him. We texted each other everyday and we started vibing together. It was such an amazing feeling. After about 5 months later, I saw him again at an event.

It all started at band camp in 2013. Both Josh and I showed up to the camp a day early, not knowing it didn't start until the following day. Right away, I thought he was cute. Since I was a new student, I had a few questions and I asked him. Although he was quite shy at the time, I knew I wanted to get to know him.

They’re no words to describe my daily struggles. Except for one thing that gets me everyday, I attempt but never succeed. I’ll be ready to go and I look in the mirror and say why me? Each day the opportunity has come constantly for me to buckle down and just get it over with. Who knew fixing your hair could be such a hassle?

There was a party that Saturday. I needed to go to the library to get a head on homework before I went out. I turned the corner as he turned the corner. I stumbled backwards, he caught my elbow, and before I knew it, I was falling for him, I guess. He said he'd be at the party and hoped to see me there. I just smiled my shy smile, said something silly, I'm sure, and continued on my way. Did he notice the blemish on my forehead? I don't know. I never asked.

Being natural comes with a ton of pros and cons, but being natural is great. Most people can not manage being natural because they are use to a having a perm in their hair. Once people go natural they will see a change in how fast they will be able to get dressed and how much money they will save from buying perms and booking beauticians. The compliments of being natural are amazing and that is why I love my natural hair journey.

I picked him up and he looked at me with those gorges puppy eyes and I knew he was the one. A nice, warm summer evening my dad and I were driving to pick up my new puppy. We drove for about 10-15 minutes when I was in the car I was so excited and happy that I did not even listen to music on the radio I could not believe I was getting another puppy. I was mostly excited but I was a little nervous to pick out one because the one I pick out has to leave his Parents and siblings and I would feel bad but I know I would give him the most perfect life. We finally got there we knocked on the door well I was waiting in my mind I said “She has a big beautiful, clean house and she live in a beautiful neighborhood.” Then I knocked again this time we heard barking some of the barking was coming from their neighbor’s house.

I'm 10 years old and I have long curly brown hair. I have a love/ hate relationship with my hair. I love having it but at the same time it is just too much work to make sure it looks nice and I'm tired of hurting my head every time my mom tries to comb the knots out. After a couple days I finally decided to ask my mom about cutting my hair. She was very surprised and questioned what I was saying, " Since when did you want to cut your hair? I thought that you loved having it long?? Even I was alittle surprised by the question I was asking because I did love having it long but then again I’ve never had it short so I had nothing to compare it too. I then answered saying, " I do, but maybe it’s time for a change. Change is always good right?” Not completely sure what I was getting myself into I decided that I’m going to actually do it although that I love my hair. Later that night my mom and I were watching tv and a commercial for St. Jude Hospital & the Locks of Love Foundation appeared on the screen. Then I got such a great idea and It was

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”.

At the end of my class of algebra finished my second class was social studies, thank God my class was only three rooms away from my algebra class. The class started and all the kids looked at me with a bad face, then the teacher asks to take out our books to read and I started to shake and pray that please he would make me read because I didn’t know a single word in English. Unfortunately, I had bad luck and he asked me to read I started swearing I was super nervous, I didn’t know what to do, I right away felt that they all were looking at me, I did not know why I decided to read, I hadn’t read one sentence and the whole class started

My hair is as plain and boring as school, it is almost always the same, morning, noon, and night. The only time my hair is different is when I run my hand through it. When I run my hand through my hair, it looks as though hundreds of spikes are dancing around, My hair is what you would call “dirty blond” but sometimes it just looks plain brown. When I walk in storms or very fast winds my hair is a train wreck, it's all up and down and sometimes even sideways. In addition, my hair is as straight as a flag pole, but sometimes when my hair gets long it becomes a mess of worms wiggling around the dirt. After I take a nice long shower, my hair starts to wiggle around into place. My hair is currently long enough to become all wiggly. If I were

Vibrant colours, outrageous costumes, masks, dresses, stilts, lights consuming my vision making it impossible to concentrate. The early evening air seems to cool my throat as I take deep breaths trying to stay calm. Pushed around by the seemingly never ending crowd, it seems almost impossible to get to my destination. You see I have arranged to meet someone very special right by the hot dog stand and I am determined to get there no matter how hard I have to fight sea of festival goers to do so.

I use the back of my hand to wipe my dreary eyes as I wake up on a nice September morning. I pound the black button on the top of my alarm clock, as the red numbers blink the time, 6:00. I spring out of my bed and stiffly walk to the bathroom. I turn the warm water on in the shower. I look in the mirror, my eyes are half shut, I have a little stubble of hair around my chin.

Hair dyes have some problems. Of course, it is very difficult to choose the right color. This is the first question. But there is another problem: what to do when the color began to "walk"?