Personal Narrative: My Next Hair Project

Summer is here and we couldn’t be more excited! However, as much as we love summer, no one likes hair getting stuck to their wet sticky foreheads. This is a very uncomfortable situation. Hence, we are here with 10 hairstyles that you can rock this summer and avoid the uncomfortable situations of pounds of hairs mixed with the summer heat!

Years ago, the common hairstyle was heavily teased and sprayed with monochromatic colors from roots thru ends. Now, with a growing number of color lines and an unbridled imagination, haircolor techniques are exploding as stylists and colorists set fire to their creativity!

First, I must check the roots to make sure that the new growth is straight. If it is not; therefore, we must perm the hair to make it straight. Second, before styling my hair. I must first wash, condition, and blow-dry it. Finally, I curl it, and put spritz, or oil sheen on it to make it shine. Then I use a rake comb to comb out the curls, and style

Cornrows updo with a weave ponytail is basically two hair styles in one. The cornrows are generally small in size, and the weave is usually sewn or wrapped around the ponytail. The weave ponytail is usually done with curly or weave hair. Cornrows updo with a weave ponytail usually last two to four weeks. This process generally takes 1½ to 2 hours depending on the desired size of cornrows.

Considering the society’s obsession with our smartphones and our love of social media I am quite a bit surprised that apps dedicated to hair in general or even natural hair, in particular, are not much more popular. It has never once crossed my mind to look up an app to help with tracking my hair regimen or to help me find a stylist but now that I am aware that there are apps out there I am even a little shocked I didn’t think about this sooner. I feel like it should be a no-brainer so if you like me have never looked into using an app that might make your hair journey easier in some way, this article will be a wake-up call for you.

So I took them off and set them down and then you pick the pair you want off the plastic pages and then they take them and put them in this press thing and then they're all good and you put them on by just putting them on the place on your back, and this time they sorta snapped in somehow, and then they're all good. I wanted to change my hair too, I forget what mine looked like but it was fairy hair so it changed as soon as the fairy guy turned me into a fairy. So I wanted this long wavy look but I didn't want brown. They only had select styles and colors and you could mix and match and put another color with one. There was only about 6 to choose from. There was a pink pony tail. A long waxy brown. A brown ponytail. Something teal. And a

You’d be surprised how easy it is to color a human hair unit. In fact, here you can watch a quick coloring video guide produced by one our very own

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?

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.

As I grew older, the intricate hairstyles my mom would create became a Mecca for a sticky fingers and stray paperclips. On annual school picture days, while the night sky was still soaked with gray and the golden streetlights barely peeked through the fog, my brave mother would undertake the task of pressing my unruly tresses. Those days, I remember feeling as if I finally fit in with all my friends with straight hair. Paperclips and pencils never tangle in their hair and I wanted the same for myself. I fell into the absurd illusion that looking similar to my friends could validate my place in the world. So I abandoned my mother’s hands

I started to really get in the spirit of doing hair when I was just a sophomore in high school.It just really got me to just love doing it.I would sit and do my own hair in class to where my friends and even teachers wanted me to their hair.It just struck me and made me want to just keep doing it.Doing hair and learning news ways to to hold hair in between my fingers when I do a three strand braid or even a fishtail just puts a smile on my face.Or just even trying to make the “perfect curl” even makes me just feels good

The pressure to meet someone else’s standards of beauty is undeniable. Particularly for women. They commonly endure unpleasant experiences like getting their hair dyed for the simple idea of meeting not only her own but everyone else’s standards of beauty. The process of dyeing hair may take a great deal of time and money. This hassle can be avoided if only they were comfortable with their natural hair color. Once the process is complete they must maintain it in order to preserve the look they have reached, whether it’s done at home or in a salon by a professional.

A young woman from Missouri who grew up on collard greens, cornbread, and fine recipes that any southern woman would come up with, that girl is not any bit of southern, only her nurturing and the hospitality of her upbringing is. Since the short hair cuts with borets attached to the very ends of my slightly coarse hair, it has only been a ride of modesty and innocence.

Naturally, during adolescence, I decided to test my independence, forge new boundaries, and find my personality. My hair was no different.

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