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. . . And then this happened

So, I have curly hair. And I absolutely love it! One of my fears is that later on in life when I get preggo, that hormones will ruin it and then it will be gone. If that happens, I'm screwed because I have no idea how to style my hair.

Anyways. I noticed a little knot in my hair. And another. And some more. So I decided to brush them out. That is what brushes are for. And then this happened.

My curls + brush = BAD IDEA!!!!! Don't get me wrong, I brush my hair everyday, just when it's wet. (I know, that's bad for your hair, but I don't want to look like this everyday!)

I think I'll be this for Halloween.
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  1. UnknownJune 21, 2012 at 1:54 AM

    oh! I wish i had curly hair!! Jealous, even with it looking like that!

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  2. Andrea DJune 21, 2012 at 8:39 AM

    Ha! In high school, when I wore my hair in a "messy bun" often (ahem, every day) it looked like a legitimate afro when I took it down at the end of the day.
    Part of me has always wanted curly hair! Lucky lady.

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    1. KyleeJune 21, 2012 at 3:11 PM

      I love messy buns! They are a LIFESAVER! Hey, fro's are the way to go! Thanks so much! :)

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