Personal Narrative: When I Do My Hair

Hi my naturalists, I 've been natural for a year and a few months (I transitioned); however, I recently noticed my hair has broken off a little in the front. The culprit is unknown, however it may be from putting too much heat on it (leave out from see-ins)...Anyways, I 'm considering doing the big chop (this Friday). However, I don 't wanna have to cut it so low mainly because I 'm just scared I 'm gonna look like a boy lol; so what do you guys recommend? Should I take another route or just suck it up and cut

Something so simple as the hairs that grow on my head has had a significant impact on my life. No, this is not a story about my hair making me want to become a hairstylist; my hair had a different impact on me. An impact that allowed me to find my true self and realizing the things that make me different and special.

I along with my family moved to Canada in 2004, this was the biggest and happiest day of my life. I had great expectations for my future; since living in Pakistan, I understood that Canada was a land of opportunity. Unfortunately, due to the earthquake in Pakistan on October 8th , 2005, we had to move back to Pakistan since we had lost members of our family as well. The move back to Pakistan at that devastating time was very hard for myself and my family. My father enrolled me to a school in Pakistan since we were going to live there now. The school system in Pakistan just did not seem right anymore, I missed my school in Canada which I had attended for just a year. I struggled to live in Pakistan for three years and in 2008, my mother decided

Even today the most challenging factor I’ve most likely ever needed to do was transition. The only real factor harder than determining natural locks are determining shifting hair. Remember individuals blocks which were different shapes you played with like a kid? You essentially needed to fit them within their correct hole, with respect to the shape. Well shifting hair can seem like you 've got a square and circle block with one triangular hole. My premature large chop was largely because of my insufficient persistence with my shifting hair. Before long shifting hair just becomes tiring. Fortunately, my hair wasn 't broken, also it didn’t discontinue, however, which was largely because of the styles I made

It was a cold November morning in the valley of Cowan, when I fired my first shot. It was a smooth and clean feeling after I pulled the trigger. I than saw the deer hunker as the slug hit its side, and it began to run away from us. Dad, knowing I had made a good shot, still decided to jump out of the blind window to end the animals suffering. Unfortunately, when his foot caught, it was all over from then. Once, I was inside the blind and the next I was in the cold crisp air. I then saw Dad on the ground cursing himself for jumping through the window.

One warm august night my sister Ellie and I watched the film Into the Wild. The story of Chris

In October of 2013 my brother Mark and I backed up the trailer and headed to Bellflower, Missouri to buy my first show calf. I’d shown hogs before but I was the girl that always wanted to challenge myself. My brother had shown steers since he was ten. He seemed to always know the right thing to do. Mark always was the one to figure out all the supplies we needed to buy. Adhesive, black hair spray, the clippers,brushes, halters, and all different show supplies. I was so new to things, I really just jumped in not knowing anything I was doing. We went down to the steer pin every night at 7:30 after dinner. I grabbed a bucket and sat right next to the feeder. My brother said sitting by your steer will improve comfortability with them and will

Waking up in a white room, with a bed that I didn’t recognize. My eyes faded in and out as my family was walking into the room. Their faces were white with sorrowful looks, my dad had looked liked he had been crying all night. It felt as if this was a dream, more like a nightmare, I looked over to the beeping of the machines, the medicine running through my veins. My heart working it’s hardest to pump to keep me alive and well. My eyes started fading again as they turned black. Everything was quiet, the steady beeping.

Although chasing perfection can be seen as a downfall, it has shaped who I am and what I have accomplished. Simultaneously, allowing this drive to become hyperfocused can quickly become my greatest downfall.

It was a nice hot summer day in Denver, Colorado. Was on my way to my friend Lula’s house, haven’t seen her in a few years. We went to elementary school together and we were in student council together. I slowly got out of the leather seat in my mom's white car. “Bye mom, I love you. See you mañana.” I wave as she waves back. I close the door behind me and as she drives away.

I couldn’t wait to tell my friends about my new craving for books! We were starting school in a week. I decided that I needed some answers. I was laying in bed when I had a great idea. I sneak outside and head to the cemetery. Walking up to the giant ink bottle, I notice the door was cracked open a little bit. I open it and walk through. I see my friend Jack lying on the floor with a bite mark on his neck. I knew I had to keep quiet, or the vampire will come after me. So, I run back home as fast as I could.

I walked into the room with mirrors all around me, the playing of soft music in the background, and the smell of sweat and hard work in the air. I know I'm in the right place. The counting 5,6,7,8 repeatedly followed by the hard thumbs on the shiny waxed brown

In my lifetime, I haven’t had the best of luck when it comes to injuries. For example I’ve been burnt a few times, had many cuts and bruises, even had my head split open but one injury that always sticks in my mind is when I almost broke my jaw.

Today is the day, I thought, moving from Los Angeles to Honolulu, I was really nervous, because I had never been on a plane before, and there was no way I was taking a boat all the way to Hawaii. I felt horrible having to leave all of my friends,

When I woke up this morning I didn’t feel like myself. My head was aching from all of the tears. My brain was spinning, wondering how and why I did what I did. And my heart was so heavy, a feeling that is indescribable until you experience it. It took a couple hours