The Day My Hair Acted Like It Had Some Sense | Texture ID & Olive Oil
/T’was the first day of Autumn when all through my hair were tired, dried strands of curls that used to be there. Yearning hydration, It needed some care. So for wash day I knew what I’d be using to repair..
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Personally, my empathy is a vessel that has allowed me to love super hard and super selflessly. My empathy runs deep through my veins— it’s a blessing and a curse…