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| Picture of the braids but shorter and re-done. I cut them! |
It has been 3 months now! April 26, 2026 to July 26, 2026. I posted a few videos on my TikTok of my hair! If you would like to seeee, and if you have a TikTok, click on the links below! I have 2 more months to go, and I will show that as well when the time comes!
For years, Nia loved her natural hair.
Every wash day, she carefully detangled her thick coils, deep conditioned, and twisted her hair before bed. Her curls were healthy, soft, and beautiful. Yet no matter what she did, her hair seemed to stay the same length. It would grow a little, then break. Grow a little more, then shed. It felt like she was running in circles.
She tried every product she could find. Oils, butters, leave-ins, scalp massages, protective styles—nothing seemed to solve the problem. Her hair looked healthy, but it wasn't retaining length.
Hey,
I want to come on here and say. Prenatal's work! I stop taking them, and I can see the difference.It doesn't start right after, but it was like my hair was strengthened. My hair product stayed well, until I used a shea soap bar soap that I thought was African black soap. My hair is currently healing. Here are some pictures I posted on tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP8sqAJRe/.
Remember to talk to your doctor before taking!
“Why is my hair rejecting water?”
That question echoed through the bathroom while Camille stood in front of the mirror holding a spray bottle in complete disbelief.
“I just sprayed this section,” she complained, tapping one of her curls. “Why are the water droplets still sitting on top like they paid rent here?”
Her cousin Naomi burst out laughing from the doorway. “Your hair said access denied.”
Camille rolled her eyes dramatically. “I’m serious.”
Naomi walked closer, touching the strand carefully. “Honestly… I think you have low porosity hair.”
“Why does my hair dry five minutes after I moisturize it?”
That single question changed everything.
Imani asked it dramatically while standing in front of the mirror at Zara’s house, holding one side of her stretched hair in complete frustration.
“It drinks products,” she complained. “Like literally drinks them. I moisturize and then—poof—dry again.”
It started in the most unexpected place: a library study table.
Leila was scrolling through her phone between assignments when she frowned.
“My hair feels… tired,” she said out loud.
Across from her, Nia didn’t look up from her notes. “Hair doesn’t get tired.”
Leila pushed her book aside. “Mine does. It’s been through stress, heat, breakage, everything. I need a reset.”
That was when Zara leaned over from the next seat, curious. “You mean like mini braids?”
