![]() Her styles never missed, and I never missed out. Instead, I suffered through a few braidless years before meeting my favourite stylist, Stephon. When I moved to Toronto for school and noticed my lack of Black girl beauty skills, doing my own hair still didn’t cross my mind. I was interested in looking cute and watching toxic couples break up and make up (Phoebe and Cole forever.) After marathoning Charmed or One Tree Hill for hours, I would leave the flattened pillow with a bruised butt, a tender scalp and gleaming braids.Īt the time, I wasn’t interested in the process. When I was younger, I would sit on a pillow in front of the TV and get my hair done by her capable hands. She cooked jerk chicken, built shelves and, most importantly, she could braid. ![]() Growing up, I had one of those moms that could do almost anything.
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