Naturalhair Stories

Serenity Norms Exist (verb) : Have objective reality or being Synonym : live

Romance. black girls society. life as a black female

This is a book dedicated to all of my natural haired sisters. BUT I REP FOR MY TYPE 4 girls ! I'll be talking about my natural hair experiences,and my journey to natural. I will also give hair care tips. There could be rants here and there too. I hope I encourage you along the way, enjoy!

She is sorry she needs to leave.

Tips and guides for hair.

You all can read this and maybe give me some tips and tell me what you're doing. I just started.

Hi Guys its the Sunflower Child.

A book of short stories. *** Updates every Thursday

Our love went from gentle to abusive. Our relationship used to be exclusive. You don't look at me like you used to. I guess that's just how things are supposed to be.

A poem describing a woman through the eyes of a daydreamer. This woman may represent more than a woman to some who read it . In this poem nature is also admired and the Author expresses his love for the deepness of the natural world. Enjoy

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Mumbai, the city that never sleeps, is home to millions of professionals juggling demanding schedules, high-pressure careers, and vibrant social lives. For many, hair loss becomes an unexpected challenge, impacting confidence and self-esteem.

"Wait what's going on? Where am I?" I frantically say as I regained consciousness. I attempted to sit up as I was in a very uncomfortable position. My body wasn't budging and that's when i saw an unfamiliar man on top of me. Aggressively kissing my neck. "WTF LEAVE ME ALONE" I shouted gripping onto his shirt trying to get his large body off of mine. But there was no point he was too strong. His massive body overpowered mine. I whimpered in pain. "dad?" "Dad?" "DAD! WHERE ARE YOU?" "HELP ME" The strange man slapped my ebony skin and covered my mouth with his huge hand. "I liked you better when you were unconscious" He continued to whisper into my ear saying how this was the best £2500 he's ever spent for a person. What did he mean by that? Was I being bought off? I tried to pinch and scratch his torso but to no avail did he stop kissing my neck. What did I do to deserve this "WHY ME?" With the tears burning my cheek I turned my face away from the man destroying every part of my self. I see my Dad's figure appear into the room. He just stood there not coming to my rescue; not saying a word. He mouthed "Sorry" before walking away from me with the money in his hands. Slamming the door behind him. The three things I had to myself was now gone. My Innocence My Purity And the one man I thought I could count on in this shitty fucked up world I felt like dying. Right here right now I feel empty, dirty, unworthy, weak and destroyed. I might as well end it. It's not like anyone would care if I'm alive or dead

My hair journey to natural hair.trying to be like a blog thing