My younger self nev­er loved her hair and sit­ting on the floor between my mom legs to get my hair braid­ed was painful. When­ev­er I tried to feel how much hair was left I would get slapped on the hand with the comb. See­ing the hap­py girl on the box, made me think a relax­er would solve my hair prob­lems. Unfor­tu­nate­ly it did­n’t and I still recall the chem­i­cal smell and that it burned my scalp. 

I’m hap­py I regrow my hair and final­ly feel com­fort­able wear­ing my Afro. I can’t wait to be part of your journey.