Ever since I was a little girl, my long, flowing locks have been my best asset. During high school, my classmates voted unanimously to give me the award for best hair, and I’ve been known to spend hundreds of dollars on a haircut. Last weekend I volunteered to babysit my young nephew while my sister and her husband celebrated their anniversary. This seemingly small favor quickly turned into a major fiasco when the young toddler got gum in my hair while I was holding him.
After standing in front of the mirror for hours with a pair of scissors and tears in my eyes, I was able to get all of the gum out. But it came at the expense of over eight inches of hair. I was mortified by the prospect of being without my hair, so I went out and purchased a Malaysian Remy weave in order to keep my length and volume.