Ever heard of those people whose hair is so straight that things fall out of it? Hairpins head south, bugs in the rain forests don't have the ability to hold on and nest? Two cans of hair spray and a southern ladies determination make it curly for a mere four hours? That is me. Until I went through puberty - again- and everything changed. I cannot determine whether it is the weather or the hormones in the English beer, but I got curly hair. We are not talking Shirley Temple style (I reserve that for weddings), but we're talking hairdresser using the "ringlets polish and shine". This is great news because my entire life, in accordance with the grass is greener on the other side rule, I have wanted just that, specifically black curly locks.
And this is even better news the more you think about it. It means there is a God and he has heard me. It means miracles can happen. Miracles better than a perm.
Right when I had given up, stopped asking, there, You gave it to me. I don't mean to be ungrateful, but if it's not too late, God, if You haven't ship that second part yet, can You keep the black? It's just too late in life to work that into my persona. But thank you so so much for your help until now. Best wishes. -C
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