Perm Tag

The shared nostalgic moment of walking down the wonder supply aisles past the hair rollers, the jars of Blue Magic, braiding hair, and barretts, but stopping in front of the boxes with all the gorgeous girls on the front. Their hair appearing so sleek, so perfect—no frizz or kinks in sight. You're thinking that of sitting between your mother’s legs for hours, her tugging and pulling at your curls, sitting under the dryer for what felt like an eternity. The sound of the stove sizzling with the new comb resting on top. Then got here the smell of burning hair perfuming the air. Just so that you can look within the mirror with bumped ends and see your hair reverting...