…I remember growing up and feeling isolated all the time for having thick hair. Some thought it was my glory. Others, not so much. My most vivid memories is having to keep the relaxer on longer than anyone else. If it burned—it usually did because I was a scratcher—my beautician relied on old-school remedies:
“Put on a stronger base!”
“Naw, pour 7-Up on it!”
“Just don’t think about it, girl!”
Afterwards, I remember taking aspirin after a few of those grueling appointments. If that didn’t work, all I had to do was look in the mirror at those longer flowing, bone-straight tresses attached to my reflection in the mirror. I would convince myself that it was all worth it; I was okay then, at least for the next 4 to 6 weeks.
By Lyndsey Ellis
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