Catok Rambut Yang Tahan Lama Novels & Stories

Kate clicked the Hair tab and she was presented with a whole gamut of men’s hairstyles: undercut, curly, layered, wave, Harajuku matted style, asymmetrical emo, mohawk, crew cut, man bun, spiky, flat top, dreads, Elvis… Kate thought it was because the app-maker was Japanese or hair dyes were sold separately, but all the hairstyles were black. It was a good thing though because she was already having a hard time just picking the style. She settled on Layered after a great deal of toing and froing.

That was final. She looked at herself in the mirror as the stylist examined her hair. She hadn't had it cut in years (saving her limited money) and it was extremely long. Too long. That said, she didn't want it all cut off. It was a beautiful chestnut color, slightly wavy, soft, and she preferred it long. The stylist had suggested a short bob but she asked for it to reach her mid back. Catherine had backed her up and the stylist finally agreed. She was beginning to work on it and Lucy was comforted to see the limited amount she was removing.

Castiel asked from the doorway. "Six weeks minimum. Eight if she stays out of prolonged rain." Maret was already mixing something from two small jars, a sharp chemical smell rising from it that made my eyes water slightly. "Don't scratch at it. Don't try to wash it out. Let it do what it's meant to do." She started applying it to my hair in sections, quick and practiced, her hands moving with the efficiency of someone who'd done this hundreds of times. The cold mixture hit my scalp and spread and I stared at the opposite wall and breathed steadily.

"I guess the hate against white women wearing our hairstyles–I mean, besides the danger that it could get stolen or converted as a trendy piece by them– it's just the pent up rage and years of bitterness and resentment that we suffer for how we have to keep our hair, but y'all get praised for it being a passing phase." "You have to keep your hair like that?" I asked, honestly surprised at this fact. "Yeah." Kat tilted her body to face me. "Our hair breaks so easily. It thrives on moisture but it loses it so much faster too. Protective styles like braids and locs helps retain our length and holds in the moisture. It hurts when we comb it without moisturizing properly. We actually have to lath

she smiled uncomfortably. “I can show you a high end wig which will cost 10 times more than the regular stock, but it guaranteed to clean and it is easy to manage as long as you don’t treat it with chemicals” “Let’s have a look” “Also, I only have limited stock. I have a blonde one and brunette one that is waist long; then there is a slightly off shoulder length Brown and blonde” “None in Black?” “No ma’am. Black is very popular and we only have received 2 so far at this store; Also as a suggestion, if you want to look totally different you should try the waist long hair”

“Sure thing.” Kat checked herself out in the mirror. She had dyed her hair just that morning, and it was now a sultry chocolate brown with vibrant red streaks. It looked good with her dark green eyes, but aesthetics were absolutely not the consideration when she constantly cut and dyed her hair, or when she had glossy blonde extensions infused. It was all about keeping her safe.