Her Hair Story: Brandi

Her Hair Story: Brandi

Brandi, a 24 year old radio product based in Boston, has a hair story that includes twists, relaxers and a braid falling out at school! Read her full journey below.

My name is Brandi, I’m 24 years old, and I’m a radio producer. I started out doing little twists with barrettes and all different kinds of colors and beads. Most of the time my dad did my hair. He was very particular about parts, and how they were supposed to be really straight and really clean — he was into carpentry and blueprints, so he treated my hair like that. Then there came a point where I said I wanted to get my hair relaxed. It was within a year of having one of my braids fall out at school — I was at a private school — and everybody was like wait… because they didn’t know what weave was. This braid falls out and I pick it up and throw it in the trashcan and this girl comes over and is like “Brandi, your braid is in the trashcan.” I was mortified. That was probably the worst I’ve felt trying to explain what was going on with my hair. I didn’t even know how to say it; I just said like I cut it off or something. I relaxed my hair from fourth to eighth grade. Sometimes I was getting braids but most of the time my hair was relaxed and really thin and just damaged.  There was a point where I got really depressed, and my hair fell out. And I didn’t know what to do, so I just looked up a bunch of haircuts that Rihanna had. And she had this asymmetrical bob and I was like that’s what I’ll do. So I did the glue-lace track things for 8th and 9th grade. But they were bad for my scalp so I took them out and then had this relaxed pixie cut. After that I went on a three year period of doing long micro braids, so sitting up in the chair for like 15 hours straight, pissed. When I took my hair out I kind of looked like a lacrosse bro. Then I wanted to do something cool for prom, so I was like I’ll get a sew in. I wore it from prom till graduation. And then it started to look crazy because I didn’t know how to take care of it. I was living with my dad at the time and he didn’t wear weave. My mom didn’t wear weave. But I’m now here, in Boston, and I’ll do different cornrows, or I’ve done Fulani braids. I ended up with this auburn color that I have now (#30, if you’re looking) and this is kind of where I’m at. I’m not sure where I’m going to go from here.


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