It is NOT a bad hair day
It is NOT a bad hair day My life has been centered around my hair. My mom was a beautician and she was doing my hair from the moment I was born. My aunts were getting their hair done for dances as I watched rows of ratted curls grow high upon their heads, with ringlets in the back. That was my favorite transformation. Also my aunts would use soup cans to get big straight curls. It was alway the center of conversation around my house. I love this story… An associate of mine was telling me that she was recently divorced and her former husband had always insisted that she grew her hair out. She was feeling really defiant and was drinking with her friends on evening and all of a sudden she said, “Let’s shave my head” She started chopping and finally they got to a bic razor. To the point that she was shiny bald. She woke up the next morning and looked at herself in the mirror and said,”Oh my heck, I’ve got to go to work!” She went to work and she was fine. It is pretty common to see a shaved head. I would give