If you’re like me, a curly-haired girl who dreams of straight locks, you feel me during the dog days of summer. I hate my curly hair, and I always have. I remember the first blow-out I ever got. I was maybe 12 and spending the summer at my grandmother’s, who took me to the salon. It was the first time I ever saw my waves tamed, and I’ve been chasing that high ever since. Keep reading »
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