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After watching the vide and reading the comments, it opened my eyes to the fact that reaching a long and healthy hair goal could stir jealousy in others and perhaps even vindictiveness :nono:

So my question is, what has changed in your life since you have achieved long hair, and how have people treated you differently? Have you noticed whether people treat you better or worse since you've reached your goal?

I'm curious to know because many of you mentioned that you hide your hair products from acquaintances for fear of getting "nair-ed" :perplexed
 
There is no one in my circle who would try me that way. If its to the point where I feel like someone may be so jealous of me that they might try to hurt me, I cut them off....cause life is too short for that kinda ish.
 
I suspect that one of my friends cut some hair from my nape area whilst I was sleeping but I only noticed later and couldn't prove it.

Whem I next went to relax I had this small blunt cut section that was much shoter than the rest of my hair...that made me wonder for the whole year or so until it grew out/ blended.

I think they cut it to see if my hair was really growing or if it was real but in the other hand it could have been my imagination so I just kept my hair tied up at night or slept in another room when I slept over after that.

The suspect is my Indian friend who seemed jealous when people complimented my 'long' hair and who made comments about black women's hair that actually resulted in me finding LHCF back in 2008 just to prove to her that my past shoulder length hair could grow even longer and black women's hair does grow.

I've posted about this a while back in another thread but that same year (we met the year before at work and still work for the same organisation) she treated us to a wash, blowdry and style at her local salon for my birthday before we went clubbing with friends and I think she was expecting to expose my hair as a weave because her face fell as my hair was being blow dried I could see her in the mirror looking HARD! Lol The joke was on her if that was the case as they charged £10 extra to do my relaxed hair since they had to use straighteners too!
 
My hair products are not ever really around people who I can't trust. I have very few friends that I would invite into my home and never someone I didn't trust implicitly.
 
Hair brings the wickedness out of people and even children.

When I was a little girl, one day my mother let me wear my hair down for school. She pressed it out and everything. It wasn't that long maybe about BSL. I was about what...7 years old or so. I came home from school and my mother was about to put those twist-braids with the bo-bos all over my hair to stretch my press out a few more days. She went to part my hair and I had huge blunt chunk missing out my nape. I didn't even notice or feel anything. She was so mad at me and wanted to go up to the school to every class I was in to see who sat behind me and fight a kid. :lachen:

Another time I was in middle school. We were coming back from a field trip. My friends and I were all sitting on the bus waiting to be let off. We were in the back playing and clowning around. This really popular boy was letting his hair grow out. I mean he had MAJOR shrinkage and when he pulled a curl it was long. My sorta kinda home girl at the time was sitting next to me. We were all talking about his hair. Now my sorta kinda home girl had about neck length broken off gelled down baby hair. All I said to the boy is, "Wow your hair growing...if you were to Press it out it would be her length” (*points to my sorta kinda home girls hair)". Do you know this he.ffa got mad at me. She reached over and grabbed a chunk of my hair and we got into a hair pulling fight on the bus. :lachen: She told the
Principal I called her BALD.HEADED ya’ll. That’s not even me! I wasn’t even talking to her I was just telling the boy how long his hair would be if he pressed out in length.

If I have a daughter, I already know she will have very long thick hair. And it will be in a Ballerina Bun until after she graduates from COLLEGE! End of STORY!
 
All I said to the boy is, "Wow your hair growing...if you were to Press it out it would be her length” (*points to my sorta kinda home girls hair)". Do you know this he.ffa got mad at me. She reached over and grabbed a chunk of my hair and we got into a hair pulling fight on the bus. :lachen: She told the
Principal I called her BALD.HEADED ya’ll. That’s not even me!

Well DAMN!
 
Hm. I dont know. It seems to bring out the evil in women.

My hair wasnt even long, (not to my standards) full SL and people still got nasty. They seem to think that because you take care of yourself that your some kind of stuck up B^tch. I remember walking to gym one day and I overheard two black chicks who ive never even seen before talking about me.

"You see that girl? I dont like her. She thinks shes the ****."

WHAT THE...
WHAT?

Ladies dont you ever walk to the gym! Thats bad! Youre stuck up as hell if you do! :lol:

But then again, this was high school we're talking about.
 
Hair brings the wickedness out of people and even children.

WHAT?! Girl chuch!!!

Do you know how many people have 'joked' about cutting my hair??

And my prompt response is "And I'll get my shank out and cut you to the white meat faster than you'll be able to blink."

Said dead-panned with a straight face. After that they never joke like that again. Well, one woman did and she kept doing so and even reached out to touch my hair, I grabbed that wrist and squeezed....

I don't play that.
 
Hm. I dont know. It seems to bring out the evil in women.

My hair wasnt even long, (not to my standards) full SL and people still got nasty. They seem to think that because you take care of yourself that your some kind of stuck up B^tch. I remember walking to gym one day and I overheard two black chicks who ive never even seen before talking about me.

"You see that girl? I dont like her. She thinks shes the ****."

WHAT THE...
WHAT?

Ladies dont you ever walk to the gym! Thats bad! Youre stuck up as hell if you do! :lol:

But then again, this was high school we're talking about.

*CRIES*

WHY DID THE SAME THING HAPPEN TO ME AT 15?!?!

This girl in my neighborhood, I'd never seen her ever in my life (she was *ahem* out there with the neighborhood boys and I mean out there out there, but anyway they were all crowded around her and then one of them started talking to me (he was my damned neighbor from a few doors down on top of that!!) and then she got all up in arms and said that I'm flipping my hair around and I think I'm all that but I need a perm.

And here I am, meek at that age and all like :sad: cause I'm like why is this girl picking on me? I don't even know her. I flipped my damn hair out of my face because there was a light misting of rain and it got frizzy and was in my eyes.

But oh no, according to her, I thought I was all that. Yes, sure I did with my long uniform skirt on and a peacoat. Oh yes I was the height of fashion and my hair was the sh*t. (Mind you my hair was a little past my shoulders at that point my hair didn't its length till years later).

People are insane, I swear.
 
I have never really dealt with this. All my current friends are more invested in my hair journey than I am. lol. When I was in high school there was this girl. We were bestfriends about 2 years and then some stupid thing happened and we became enemies.

We rode the same school bus. She sat behind me and talked trash the whole bus ride to school and from school everyday. I didn't say a word until one day she said I need some scissors Imma cut that ponytail off. Lol. I had to choose between going home to my mom bald and getting it from her or standing up for myself, lol. I turned around and told her "Bit$h put yo hand in my head if you want to. It'll be the last thing that hand touch." Lol She didnt say another word to me after, lol.
 
When I was younger ( I want to say middle school..maybe elementary) I had very thick kinky hair that was almost waist lenght. My mom would have my hair pinned up in very thick ponytails, braided in cornrow styles, and SOMETIMES (yet very rarely) hot combed straight. One day, this girl named Ashley was standing behind me and she said "You have really nice hair" and was almost "petting" the top of my head...weird...but I simply said thank you and went about my way..I go home and my mom sees that there is dried glue in my hair and one of my pony tails were cut of (on the very top at that so imagine how hard that would be to blend in). IDK why I didn't notice or feel my hair being cut but I didn't...I got in trouble for it lol because I cut a braid out my head when I was younger because my scalp was itching. -__-
 
*CRIES*

WHY DID THE SAME THING HAPPEN TO ME AT 15?!?!

This girl in my neighborhood, I'd never seen her ever in my life (she was *ahem* out there with the neighborhood boys and I mean out there out there, but anyway they were all crowded around her and then one of them started talking to me (he was my damned neighbor from a few doors down on top of that!!) and then she got all up in arms and said that I'm flipping my hair around and I think I'm all that but I need a perm.

And here I am, meek at that age and all like :sad: cause I'm like why is this girl picking on me? I don't even know her. I flipped my damn hair out of my face because there was a light misting of rain and it got frizzy and was in my eyes.

But oh no, according to her, I thought I was all that. Yes, sure I did with my long uniform skirt on and a peacoat. Oh yes I was the height of fashion and my hair was the sh*t. (Mind you my hair was a little past my shoulders at that point my hair didn't its length till years later).

People are insane, I swear.

:lachen::lachen::lachen:

Our school was uniformed too! You had to wear Khakis and a button up long sleeve shirt everyday! Its not like I couldve flaunted anything if i WANTED to!

Lawd these things make my blood boil.
 
I had very thick kinky hair that was almost waist length....

....there is dried glue in my hair and one of my pony tails were cut of (on the very top at that so imagine how hard that would be to blend in)....QUOTE]

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I remember riding on the bus in middle school. My hair was a little bit past bsl at that time, but on that day I had thrown it up into a messy bun. I was sitting next to my friend having a conversation and all I could hear was:

"Girl, is that a weave in your hair?" Coming from someone in the back of the bus. I just assumed they were talking to someone else and continued my conversation. After repeating the question a few times she stormed up to the front and got in my face.

"Don't ignore me when I'm talking to you! Is that a weave in your hair???" I said no, at this point wanting to crawl under my seat. After school I got back on the bus, and got home only to discover at some point that girl stuck gum in my hair! My mom managed to get it out without cutting it but she was MAD!


Another time during that same year, I came to school with my hair down after getting a relaxer the day before. I was sitting in my science class waiting for it to start, when two girls came up to me and without saying a word started running their hands through my hair, while talking to each other. When I asked what they were doing they were like :

"Don't worry, we're just checking for a weave."

I remember being shocked, yet letting them continue because I was to shy to say anything.:blush:
 
Hair makes people lose their ever lovin' minds.

One day in seventh grade, Ms. Starling my English teacher made a comment about my hair. My hair was full APL and was styled in some tight Shirley Temple type corkscrews. She said it looked nice but then she touched it :mad:. Had the audacity to catch an attitude when I told her to stop.

"Oh! Ms. Thing doesn't want anyone touching her hair"

This chick on the school bus who was a snatch away from being bald would accuse me of wearing a wig.

One day while I was cashiering, I tossed my hair back out of my face and my coworker felt the need to go on about how she had hair down her back when she was little. Don't nobody care! :lol: I just said "How nice for you."

I don't feel the need to hide my hair products but I understand why someone would.
 
I swear, long hair or hell, what people consider long hair, is like kryptonite to some folks!!

Just this April we went out for my bff's bday and these four women were sitting next to us, LOUDLY cursing and going on about 'That aint her f****** hair!! Nah nah no it's not! It can't be her (f-bomb again) hair!'

but going on like I smacked her momma and stole her wallet!! Just madness.
 
You guys are scaring me with those horror stories. It's like reading some Stephen King in this thread
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I swear, long hair or hell, what people consider long hair, is like kryptonite to some folks!!

Just this April we went out for my bff's bday and these four women were sitting next to us, LOUDLY cursing and going on about 'That aint her f****** hair!! Nah nah no it's not! It can't be her (f-bomb again) hair!'

but going on like I smacked her momma and stole her wallet!! Just madness.
Sigh...

I hate that passive aggressive, wanna be confrontational but not quite doing it, BS.

A few years ago, I'm power walking in the park. I have long (and as far as I'm concerned, obvious) extension braids in down to my waist. I hear these youngins behind me discussing my hair.

Youngin#1: She sure got a lot a lot of hair.
Youngin#2: That can't be her hair. Girl, that's a weave.

Now the hair was store bought but I really didn't appreciate people discussing me well within ear shot but not talking to me. Just b***hy for no good reason.
 
Things were pretty cool in grade school. Many of us had been together since kindergarten so we were all pretty respectful of each other even if were weren't in the same circles. If someone (new) tried to throw some shade, the people from the old school were their to help defend you.

Jr. High school was a totally different story. I didn't start doing my own hair until I was in the 7th grade (natural, and my mother didn't want me to screw up my hair) and I experimented with a lot of different styles when I got my new found freedom. My hair was only APL, but compared to the half bald girls (long before weaves were acceptable), my hair was LONG.

Long hair and the fact that I dressed different from my classmates, I was in for it. I thought I was all that because my hair was long. I thought I was white because I dressed differently. I thought I was the ish because a couple of scrubs likes me and so on.

This one 9th grader was my main bully - I could never get away from her and she would constantly rag on my hair and she didn't even have any herself. Some other folks tried to put perm in my hair in the gym once behind my back as a gag, but she stopped them. Because of this and other incidents, my mother pulled me out of the school.
 
OMG I thouht I had it rough growing up because I was quiet, and my mom wouldnt let us run in the street or speak improper English, so I was always told I thought I was white and that I "talk white" :rolleyes:. Nobody ever did anything to me like some of these storie though...thats just sad.:nono:

I do remember when I had chewed up broken off hair at 12 some girl sitting behind me in class said my hair in the bac looked like a rug :lol:
 
Things were pretty cool in grade school. Many of us had been together since kindergarten so we were all pretty respectful of each other even if were weren't in the same circles. If someone (new) tried to throw some shade, the people from the old school were their to help defend you.

Jr. High school was a totally different story. I didn't start doing my own hair until I was in the 7th grade (natural, and my mother didn't want me to screw up my hair) and I experimented with a lot of different styles when I got my new found freedom. My hair was only APL, but compared to the half bald girls (long before weaves were acceptable), my hair was LONG.

Long hair and the fact that I dressed different from my classmates, I was in for it. I thought I was all that because my hair was long. I thought I was white because I dressed differently. I thought I was the ish because a couple of scrubs likes me and so on.

This one 9th grader was my main bully - I could never get away from her and she would constantly rag on my hair and she didn't even have any herself. Some other folks tried to put perm in my hair in the gym once behind my back as a gag, but she stopped them. Because of this and other incidents, my mother pulled me out of the school.

I find it really interesting that your main bully stopped the ones that tried to put perm in your hair. I wonder what came over her.
 
Well if we're talking about childhood trauma... When I was young I had BSL hair, that stayed braided. When I was in Catholic school this was never an issue, and no one said anything about it. When I was 10, I ended up going to Public school...and everything sucked for me and my hair till I was out of HS, and making my own money to care for my own hair.

Soon as I stepped foot in public school I was a target. Every day someone said that I had lice, or roaches in my hair...they pulled it, and tried to cut it. When the nurse did a lice check, I remember some of the boys in my class running up to the nurse to ask if I had lice...and being devastated to hear that I didn't. :nono: I didn't get any peace till Jr High, when I cut it to my chin....oh how the bald btches loved me then! :perplexed

HS my hair stayed fluffy, and puffy since I didn't have the money to relax it regularly. I kept it in ponytails, and under Yankee's caps. One day one of my friends braided my pony tail. Another one of my friends poked the braid, and the whole class burst out laughing as the braid basically exploded into a poof of wild hair (think SL Chaka Khan/muppet hair). Another time, my Spanish teacher Forced me to take my hat off in class. I had to get up to answer a question, and when I came back my cap was gone :heated:. I immediately turned to curse out the Spanish teacher, and everyone else. Finally someone told me my cap was out the window on the windowsill. :nono: Snatched up my cap, n told that Spanish teacher she better NEVAH ask me to take my cap off again, till she could control her classroom. :look:

*sigh* as soon as I got some money, I made sure to relax the heck outta my hair regularly. Heck, even now I just look for ways to control my wild woman hair!
eta: Thankfully once you become an adult, much of that crap comes to a halt. All my friends have SL and longer hair, so me having APL hair wasn't a big deal to anyone. My Sis had TBL dreads, so I don't think anyone will really be wowed when I hit HL.
 
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Uhm...hair envy turned evil is real. Close to a month ago, I posted a profile picture of me with a flat twist out (Naptural85's method). The hair from right above my nape is a little past APL, so I consider it not a full APL yet.

Tell me why an old secondary school acquaintance (I haven't seen in almost 10 years) leaves a comment asking why I am lying about it being my hair. Who are you trying to fool? You didn't have good hair in secondary school so where could all of this come from?

I kindly informed her that I am well aware of her hair struggles and know for a fact, this

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...was under her bodacious weaves. If she needed tips, she can holler. *Flips APL hair back*

 
I wish it was the case. I work in place where there are some women between the age of 25 and 36. They have been giving me the evil eye since day1! They never say hi to me ..they just stare at me up and down. One day, one of te girl had the nerve to ask me about hair tips....Hmm now she was always mean to me since day one and you want me to give hair tips. I gave the crapiest tips..use hair grease lots of it.:look: I gave NOTHING AWAY!!!!

Plus at their age, they have a job and all yet you never bothered to take care of yourself. If you are walking around looking a hot mess!!! that is your call!! DOnt go around giving an eveil to those who take care of themselves.:nono:

Well if we're talking about childhood trauma... When I was young I had BSL hair, that stayed braided. When I was in Catholic school this was never an issue, and no one said anything about it. When I was 10, I ended up going to Public school...and everything sucked for me and my hair till I was out of HS, and making my own money to care for my own hair.

Soon as I stepped foot in public school I was a target. Every day someone said that I had lice, or roaches in my hair...they pulled it, and tried to cut it. When the nurse did a lice check, I remember some of the boys in my class running up to the nurse to ask if I had lice...and being devastated to hear that I didn't. :nono: I didn't get any peace till Jr High, when I cut it to my chin....oh how the bald btches loved me then! :perplexed

HS my hair stayed fluffy, and puffy since I didn't have the money to relax it regularly. I kept it in ponytails, and under Yankee's caps. One day one of my friends braided my pony tail. Another one of my friends poked the braid, and the whole class burst out laughing as the braid basically exploded into a poof of wild hair (think SL Chaka Khan/muppet hair). Another time, my Spanish teacher Forced me to take my hat off in class. I had to get up to answer a question, and when I came back my cap was gone :heated:. I immediately turned to curse out the Spanish teacher, and everyone else. Finally someone told me my cap was out the window on the windowsill. :nono: Snatched up my cap, n told that Spanish teacher she better NEVAH ask me to take my cap off again, till she could control her classroom. :look:

*sigh* as soon as I got some money, I made sure to relax the heck outta my hair regularly. Heck, even now I just look for ways to control my wild woman hair!
eta: Thankfully once you become an adult, much of that crap comes to a halt. All my friends have SL and longer hair, so me having APL hair wasn't a big deal to anyone. My Sis had TBL dreads, so I don't think anyone will really be wowed when I hit HL.
 
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Tell me why an old secondary school acquaintance (I haven't seen in almost 10 years) leaves a comment asking why I am lying about it being my hair. Who are you trying to fool? You didn't have good hair in secondary school so where could all of this come from?

Damn...long hair can really bring out the ***** in some women. They really see it as a threat. Like your bills pay themselves and you $h!t diamonds if your hair is long. :lol: Long hair is very beautiful on our texture. I wish more ladies could just sit back and enjoy each others beauty. But no, it REALLY hurts some girls feelings. :lachen: Lames!
 
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