Different strokes for different folks

A coworker once told me that she loves the smell of Acetone because it reminds her of hair salons. I go into a dark place when I think of hair salons, and recall the years of havinga hairdresser try to comb the African out of me. * From ages 9-18, I left with a burned scalp 9 out of 10 timesContinue reading “Different strokes for different folks”

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