chocobuddah
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Have you ever had a SO whose close friend's/family member's opinion mattered so much, you'd stop at NOTHING to get that person to like you? I'm talkin bout a best friend or sister, or in my case His MOTHER. Normally after a couple of futile attemps to get someone to like me, I give up and stop trying, but you guys he loves and respects her so much that it's been 2 and 1/2 years here i still am...
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yesterday SO thought it would be fun to pay a christmas eve visit home, and my family's out of town so I tagged along (against my better judgement). We got there when she was curling her younger daughter's hair; after telling me about some of the products and irons she uses, she said, "I'm done and could do YOUR hair too!"
Ya'll, I know I wasn't looking amazing. I'm about 10 weeks post and I had a headband and a weave bun. It's not that I can't do my hair, I just didn't think I needed to. I politely refused. she politely pushed. "come on, I can work with what you got" (referring to my partial tracks) I politely refused again. I looked at my boyfriend like,
and can you believe this guy was like, "Go on baby, My mom'll hook you up". What was I to do?
I sat down and she got to work putting cholesterol (yes, the conditioner) in my hair, followed by let's jam (yes the brown gel) and raking a brush over my self-sewn tracks. "We gon have you lookin right, girl!" you guys should have seen the perma-smile plastered to my face, when on the inside i was
.Then came the the curling iron and which point SO says, "is her hair supposed to smoke like that?" She insisted it was just the fake hair. I felt differently.
She had me check out the finished product: a (very high, very tight) half pony tail slicked down in the front, bumpy from loose tracks. let's not talk about the crispy spirals. I looked like the little girl on the just-for-me relaxer box. on crack.
She asked me what I thought and I told her I really liked it
inocchio.
What would you have done? Normally I could have a backbone about this, but..*sigh*

yesterday SO thought it would be fun to pay a christmas eve visit home, and my family's out of town so I tagged along (against my better judgement). We got there when she was curling her younger daughter's hair; after telling me about some of the products and irons she uses, she said, "I'm done and could do YOUR hair too!"
Ya'll, I know I wasn't looking amazing. I'm about 10 weeks post and I had a headband and a weave bun. It's not that I can't do my hair, I just didn't think I needed to. I politely refused. she politely pushed. "come on, I can work with what you got" (referring to my partial tracks) I politely refused again. I looked at my boyfriend like,


I sat down and she got to work putting cholesterol (yes, the conditioner) in my hair, followed by let's jam (yes the brown gel) and raking a brush over my self-sewn tracks. "We gon have you lookin right, girl!" you guys should have seen the perma-smile plastered to my face, when on the inside i was

She had me check out the finished product: a (very high, very tight) half pony tail slicked down in the front, bumpy from loose tracks. let's not talk about the crispy spirals. I looked like the little girl on the just-for-me relaxer box. on crack.


What would you have done? Normally I could have a backbone about this, but..*sigh*