Hair Struggles
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When I was in first grade in elementary, I remember this one girl who came up to me and told me that she hated my hair and that I should try to find other hairstyles such as straightening it. The second I've got this comment, I've never stopped thinking about my hair. I would always think that it was ugly and not pretty enough for people to like it... (482 words)
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