Calia001
New Member
We've all been burned by a hot comb/iron at least once, had some rough hands and a too small comb. I love hearing about the stories of our childhood memories here because we have so much in common at times.
I wanted to use this post to reminisce on some of the worst childhood hair care experiences we have had.
I've had my share of mishaps. From psoriasis to having my mom nair my hairline.
One of the most memorable experiences I've had was the first time i got my braids professionally done. My mother usually did my braids but this time we figured we'd head to a salon to get them done. This was when Eve first came out and the straight back cornrows were in.
so being that i was 10/11 years old and wanted to be down I got this style. I don't know what it was the stylists gripe or why she hated my hairline, but she literally braided every hair i had above my eyebrow.
That means my baby hairs were anchors. It felt like she was pouring boiling water on my scalp and I swear to you my skin got braided. I remember holding back tears and gasping as she was braiding and that even though i was holding the front nothing helped. I thought this was how it was supposed to be but I knew it wasn't just me when she turned to a little girl in the shop and said " See, how come she doesn't cry when I do her hair"
I thank God and all the deities that i still have a normal hairline to this day
Tell us your stories
I wanted to use this post to reminisce on some of the worst childhood hair care experiences we have had.
I've had my share of mishaps. From psoriasis to having my mom nair my hairline.
One of the most memorable experiences I've had was the first time i got my braids professionally done. My mother usually did my braids but this time we figured we'd head to a salon to get them done. This was when Eve first came out and the straight back cornrows were in.
so being that i was 10/11 years old and wanted to be down I got this style. I don't know what it was the stylists gripe or why she hated my hairline, but she literally braided every hair i had above my eyebrow.
That means my baby hairs were anchors. It felt like she was pouring boiling water on my scalp and I swear to you my skin got braided. I remember holding back tears and gasping as she was braiding and that even though i was holding the front nothing helped. I thought this was how it was supposed to be but I knew it wasn't just me when she turned to a little girl in the shop and said " See, how come she doesn't cry when I do her hair"
I thank God and all the deities that i still have a normal hairline to this day
Tell us your stories