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My childhood struggle. My grandmom didn’t give one single solitary fuck about the whiplash she was giving me. And when she tried to comb through…don’t even get me started. Let’s just say, I cried REAL THUG tears.
^^that, plus many combs broken
Broken combs, tears, migraine headaches, almost missing the bus doing this shit in the morning… LORD!
Dont forget getting popped with the brush or comb because of moving !!
don’t forget about having to slap your scalp because your braids were too goddamn tight to scratch
the struggle is so real…smh Do we even want to talk about neck/side of the head burns from the hot comb?
my mom burned my ear so many times because of the hot comb ;3;
whenever i cried she would rap my scalp with the wide tooth comb she was using to part my hair and call me ‘tenderheaded’
RIP to all the broken combs
This is speaking to my soul
Looking back, I’ve come to believe not a damn one of us was tenderheaded. Our mothers/grandmothers/aunts/cousins/sister in laws just didn’t give a fuck. They just wanted to get done. No matter our hair texture or hair length, we all went through the same damn thing. When I was growing up, I said I’d never do that when I have kids. Then, I got nieces. LOLBut lets talk about the rat tail comb being dug into your scalp when she started parting 😩
If y’all aren’t preaching right now 🙌😩
The struggle was entirely too real
♪ Hear the thunder of our chorus!
Alma Mater hail! ♬
if I don’t get this t-shirt, someone’s gonna get hurt
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…this message came right on time.
sometimes we complain about the cross we bear not realizing that it’s preparing us for the dip in the road that God can see and we cannot…
Catching up on Project 365. Day one 1. My guide :)