As you may already know from my previous post, my pompadour was believed to be killed by a harsh chemical and an occupied mother.
However, it's good news day here, I'm afraid.
After my classes today, I went home and began looking for an example of how I wanted my hair cut to take down to the beauty school where Porsha, a good friend of mine and my cousins', attends.
Porsha is the lovely woman responsible for my hairstyle.
She was the first person to ever do my hair that way.
I texted Porsha asking if she would be available for the day or the next.
She told me to come at 4.
It was already a little before 2 I believe.
I still had time to decide what I wanted to do.
I asked all of my Facebook friends, and I got various different responses.
(I will NEVER wear a mullet!!)
The most appealing to me was: "...It's because of the fact that you just relaxed it that it's not styling right but after you wash your hair a couple times it should be good."
I took these words of advice and washed my hair 3 times in a row, with 2 different types of shampoo.
And I must have conditioned 6 different times with 3 different conditioners.
Once I blow dried my hair, I could already see the thickness that was once there before I re-relaxed it.
AND VOILA!!
I styled it and the pompadour was back!!
Just hours before I was going in to chop it all off.
It's still a little thin and floppy, but it's coming back.
Relaxers are bittersweet.
They help, yet prevent.
And as for accusing my mother, I somewhat apologize.
Hair or no hair, MY SCALP WAS ON FIRE!!
And once again:
