Personal Narrative: How I Want To Grow Up And Do Hair

Aristotle once said that “Knowing yourself is the beginning of all wisdom.” While other children grew up amazed by the night sky and all its wonders, I grew up captivated by the orchestration of the tiny universe within each and every one of us. Throughout my life, I am constantly mesmerized by the human body’s uncanny resilience against adversities. What fascinates me the most is the body’s ability to constantly overcome obstacles in its battle for survival. The intricate and interdependent symphony of our inner machineries working ceaselessly, enabling us to not only survive, but also thrive fascinates me unlike any other fields of knowledge. Yet, despite the body’s best effort to maintain this inner harmony, there comes a point when it can no longer burden the stress placed upon it. I learned this harsh reality through my father’s battle against his chronic kidney diseases.

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

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.

We may not have ever met face to face, but I know something special about you. You want to shine from the inside out, develop a stronger understanding of how your hair works, and accentuate your own personal authentic, natural beauty. Ultimately, you’re interested in achieving a fuller, healthier mane. I applaud you for taking this step on a fantastic journey of self-discovery!

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

Growing up I did not have what most people consider a normal family. I grew up in East Texas with a drug addict for a mother and a older gentleman for a father. My family was greatly affected by my mother's drug addiction. Even though we did not go without the necessary tools to survive there were major aspects that come a long with growing up that I missed out on. While my mother never actually harmed me or my siblings her actions had a negative lasting effect. While I was the middle child I was the most mature one so therefore when my mother would leave on her drug binges I had to step up and take her place at a young age. Having to step up at such a young age made me mature at early age which caused me to act out once I was older

Sophomore year of high school, I heard about the cosmetology program. I was admitted and always aced the tests without much effort, I didn’t feel challenged nor did I feel the topics I was learning about were rewarding. It quickly became stale to me and I realized it was not the path I was destine to walk. Even though I was leaving school early to attend cosmetology, I would much rather be in a science class that challenged me than ace all my tests about hair. I knew it was not for me and I could use my intelligence for more.

When I was younger, I would often say “I will not be like that when I grow up!” or “When I’m a mom, I will not do that to my kids!” Much of my childhood was spent competing with others for my parent’s attention. They were divorced when I was three years old and constantly in relationships with others, which always took priority over time with me. My sister got pregnant at the age of 15 because she wanted to and that was something that I wanted either. She also battled an addiction to drugs throughout her life that I knew was not for me. With all the bad examples growing up, there were also some good things that I knew I wanted to be a part of me as an adult.

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

As we grow up we grow up we form our identity. Identity is our sense of self; according to Erikson, the adolescent’s task is to solidify a sense of self by testing and integrating various roles (Myers, 2016, p.153). Erikson’s statement is true for myself. I have different identities when I am in different environments.

As impossible it might look, it only takes effort, hard work and willingness to accomplish your achievements.

Around the age of ten is when things started getting weird with me. Whether it was my personality or it was my physical appearance. Around this time is when I started to dance with my older sister Katie. I never liked it as much as she did. I hated the make up that we had to wear before we preformed, and I hated that you had to get your hair into this tiny bun on the top of your head. Back then I had no hair which made it ten times worse. After five years of dancing, I gave it up and started to focus on school more. Obviously with me not doing a single thing during that time period and being a very picky eater, I started to gain a lot of weight.

While growing up as the youngest child I depended on my parents and siblings for just about everything. I would always seek for help rather than doing things by myself. I had my father drop me off at school, which was literally a five-minute walk. I would even ask someone to fetch me water because I would be busy playing video games. My brothers assisted me in doing homework because I wanted homework done as soon as possible so I can go play. I would get angry if no one was around because I wouldn’t know how to do some stuff because I had others doing them for me. I was sometimes guilty when I had others to do things for me but I ignored my guilty conscience and continued. This had a very negative effect on me because I became very dependent

I had only been six years old during the time of the move. Yet, nothing had processed to me that we were moving in no less than a month. Not the endless piles of boxes filled with all our belongings or the large trucks that had come and gone while taking the boxes with them. None of these reasons had processed in my head.

In the past two weeks I felt like I have matured from a teenage boy, to an adult that has responsibility. I felt this way because two weeks ago on September 12, 2017 around ten o'clock my father passed away due to cardiac arrest. When my father passed away there were many thoughts going through my head. I didn’t know what to think. When the doctors and nurses were giving cpr to my dad my mind went crazy, all I thought about was what is happening to my father, will he be ok