For the first time I feel the need to share something very personal and dear to me.

9 years ago when I was living in Sydney Australia, because I couldn't find a nice hairdresser specialized in African hair  I decided to go to the only hairsalon that was close to my house. The woman was african so I immediately felt comfortable and believed that she had the expertise to relax my hair. Long story short she used a supposedly light relaxer that is usually applied on kids. Since I have a very sensitive scalp, I couldn't keep it longer than 20 minutes. She rinsed out my hair 3 or 4 times on request, but my scalp was still itchy.
At the she guaranteed me that the product was all gone, and I was just being paranoid. 
I believed her and went home. What happened after was a blessing in disguise.
I've lost all most of my hair after few days and was diagnosed with alopecia.
This was the worse moment of my life. I felt so ugly and deprived of the only thing that I believed was contributing to my self-confidence.

But it also made me realised is that for many years, since a very young age I've never celebrated and cherished my hair. All I was doing was hidding it, whether it was wigs, weaves, very tight braids, and applying extreme chemicals to make it look silkier and beautiful per se.

The reality is that I didn't love it the way it naturally was, I had no one around me or in the media that inspired me to love and embrace my hair the way it was. I was in complete despair and felt that my world had fallen apart.

I was condemned to wear wigs for the rest of my life (I'm being dramatic here as usual 😁), but on a more serious note I knew that I would never feel pretty again, because all of these fake hairs were also a way for me to hide my big forehead and became part of my identity. So not having hair at all, was just the end of my

For the first time I feel the need to share something very personal and dear to me. 9 years ago when I was living in Sydney Australia, because I couldn't find a nice hairdresser specialized in African hair I decided to go to the only hairsalon that was close to my house. The woman was african so I immediately felt comfortable and believed that she had the expertise to relax my hair. Long story short she used a supposedly light relaxer that is usually applied on kids. Since I have a very sensitive scalp, I couldn't keep it longer than 20 minutes. She rinsed out my hair 3 or 4 times on request, but my scalp was still itchy. At the she guaranteed me that the product was all gone, and I was just being paranoid. I believed her and went home. What happened after was a blessing in disguise. I've lost all most of my hair after few days and was diagnosed with alopecia. This was the worse moment of my life. I felt so ugly and deprived of the only thing that I believed was contributing to my self-confidence. But it also made me realised is that for many years, since a very young age I've never celebrated and cherished my hair. All I was doing was hidding it, whether it was wigs, weaves, very tight braids, and applying extreme chemicals to make it look silkier and beautiful per se. The reality is that I didn't love it the way it naturally was, I had no one around me or in the media that inspired me to love and embrace my hair the way it was. I was in complete despair and felt that my world had fallen apart. I was condemned to wear wigs for the rest of my life (I'm being dramatic here as usual 😁), but on a more serious note I knew that I would never feel pretty again, because all of these fake hairs were also a way for me to hide my big forehead and became part of my identity. So not having hair at all, was just the end of my "so called" world. Due to insta words limit I've added the rest of the story in the comments 👇

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For the first time I feel the need to share something very personal and dear to me.

9 years ago when I was living in Sydney Australia, because I couldn't find a nice hairdresser specialized in African hair  I decided to go to the only hairsalon that was close to my house. The woman was african so I immediately felt comfortable and believed that she had the expertise to relax my hair. Long story short she used a supposedly light relaxer that is usually applied on kids. Since I have a very sensitive scalp, I couldn't keep it longer than 20 minutes. She rinsed out my hair 3 or 4 times on request, but my scalp was still itchy.
At the she guaranteed me that the product was all gone, and I was just being paranoid. 
I believed her and went home. What happened after was a blessing in disguise.
I've lost all most of my hair after few days and was diagnosed with alopecia.
This was the worse moment of my life. I felt so ugly and deprived of the only thing that I believed was contributing to my self-confidence.

But it also made me realised is that for many years, since a very young age I've never celebrated and cherished my hair. All I was doing was hidding it, whether it was wigs, weaves, very tight braids, and applying extreme chemicals to make it look silkier and beautiful per se.

The reality is that I didn't love it the way it naturally was, I had no one around me or in the media that inspired me to love and embrace my hair the way it was. I was in complete despair and felt that my world had fallen apart.

I was condemned to wear wigs for the rest of my life (I'm being dramatic here as usual 😁), but on a more serious note I knew that I would never feel pretty again, because all of these fake hairs were also a way for me to hide my big forehead and became part of my identity. So not having hair at all, was just the end of my

For the first time I feel the need to share something very personal and dear to me. 9 years ago when I was living in Sydney Australia, because I couldn't find a nice hairdresser specialized in African hair I decided to go to the only hairsalon that was close to my house. The woman was african so I immediately felt comfortable and believed that she had the expertise to relax my hair. Long story short she used a supposedly light relaxer that is usually applied on kids. Since I have a very sensitive scalp, I couldn't keep it longer than 20 minutes. She rinsed out my hair 3 or 4 times on request, but my scalp was still itchy. At the she guaranteed me that the product was all gone, and I was just being paranoid. I believed her and went home. What happened after was a blessing in disguise. I've lost all most of my hair after few days and was diagnosed with alopecia. This was the worse moment of my life. I felt so ugly and deprived of the only thing that I believed was contributing to my self-confidence. But it also made me realised is that for many years, since a very young age I've never celebrated and cherished my hair. All I was doing was hidding it, whether it was wigs, weaves, very tight braids, and applying extreme chemicals to make it look silkier and beautiful per se. The reality is that I didn't love it the way it naturally was, I had no one around me or in the media that inspired me to love and embrace my hair the way it was. I was in complete despair and felt that my world had fallen apart. I was condemned to wear wigs for the rest of my life (I'm being dramatic here as usual 😁), but on a more serious note I knew that I would never feel pretty again, because all of these fake hairs were also a way for me to hide my big forehead and became part of my identity. So not having hair at all, was just the end of my "so called" world. Due to insta words limit I've added the rest of the story in the comments 👇

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