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When you can make your hair look decent without someone else screwing it up.
My mom tried to braid my hair again. It looked like a traffic jam. Hairtonomy saved me.
I showed up to class with a head of hair that looked like it had a life of its own. My teacher gave me a look like I had personally insulted her.
I skipped the salon and just used a comb. My hair looked like it had a plan. My friend looked like she had been abandoned by a hair stylist.