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A white mother stopped me in the drugsrore & asked what products I used on my hair because her Black daughter’s hair was just like mine. I took her to the natural hair aisle and started explaining each product
I looked at the beautiful 8-9 yr old & said, “Hey Pretty Girl.” She smiled back and seemed embarrassed. I wanted to give her mother my number (and a side-eye) and tell her that I’d do her child’s hair every week. But, I stopped myself because there are too many salons for that.
I really have many conflicting emotions about the entire encounter.
I want her to grow up loving herself and her natural hair.
