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What people fail to understand is that braiding and locking are an art form that is not taught at a cosmetology school. We pick it up from playing with Barbie dolls/Cabbage Patch dolls and family members.
For the life of me I can not understand why a person would rather pay a stylist more money just because they're in an establishment for the same services you get at a home location. It shouldn't matter where you get your hair done, as long as you're satisfied with the service and it's done professionally. (I am referring to natural styles. Nothing that has to do with any chemicals being applied to the hair follicle).
Another thing....what is it with the infamous "hook-up"?? Everyone is always looking for a hook-up but when they go to an establishment, they pay full price! Why is that? I understand that times are hard but don't you think times are hard for all of us and we're just trying to make ends meet like you are...so why would you try to con us out of the full price we ask for to get a deal?
To all my kitchenticians I applaud you!!! We put up with way more in the home than at a shop and we're overworked and under appreciated. So this is my way of saying...KEEP UP THE GOOD WORK LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!
So i got cornrows a while back, im not exactly sure when to take them down but whatever...
So yeah...my braids are in bad shape. I honestly wish i could get my 80 dollars back. Some of my braids get looser after you go from my scalp to the back of my head. My scalp is so dry, that whenever i wash my hair, my scalp is white, similar to if you shampooed your hair, my headline is dry, i recently washed it and saw WET DANDRUFF. EWW. I can't wait to take these down and do a braid out.
The day before yesterday i had gotten cornrows.
I was gonna get twists, but they were too expensive, so i settled for braids anyway. I sat there for hours as i heard my hairline being nearly ripped from my head, only to find out they do cheap twists anyway...
So i sat and when she was finally finished, i turned around and looked at myself and i was satisfied. I had worn a blue dress and i literally looked like i was from the carribbean. A couple of days later my self-esteem has been stunted down again. My forehead has a Mr. Clean-esqe shine to it, and my head shape is funny, my ears make me look demonic and one side of my braids have been braided tighter than the other, resulting in one of my eyebrows being raised slightly than the other, so i look confused all the time.
The good thing is that i don't have to manage my hair and i've been getting so many comments, and hell, i paid 80 dollars for that style, so i try not to complain, but cornrows have never been "me" in general. I can't wait to take them out, they hurt like hell. I hope i don't have to get cornrows anymore.
Today is the first day of august; school starts on the 10th...Hoelly Shat. I am not looking forward to this. Even though i understand that it's supposedly my last year and i am supposed to enjoy it, but heres something people should know about me: anything involving
- Other teenagers
- councelors fucking up my schedual no matter how many times it go up there to fix it
- teenagers
- sitting there and being bored
- teenagers.
See, i "suffer" from many different things: Depression, BDD, anxiety, and social phobias. After an awkward incident involving weak mucles and panic attacks, during the 4th day of school last year i ended up landing myself in the hospital to which concluded in me seeing the hospital psychologist, diagnosing me with problems that i have suffered for many years but my mom was too in denial to listen to me, she self-proclaimed me as being "shy" but there's a whole lot of difference to "shy" and "social phobia", thats just another ignorant statement to me, along with people saying that im skinny when im actually average weight for my age.
So if you ever see me, im not the girl socializing with everyone, im usually standing, doing something else, minding my own business. Which has led me to having absolutely no friends whatsoever. So yeah...me and my sad life. Im not looking forward to starting school. I think the next time i see another "back 2 school sale" im gonna vomit.


