OHAI LADIES~!
Have you read my newest post? Yes, I'll be continuing the next part of the Bacolod Adventure with a review of the hotel where we stayed! Please wait for it.:) For now, I'll be telling you my hair story.
*WARNING*: This story might be too long for you to read and might bore you to death. Read at your own risk.
When I was 7years old to 11 year old (grade school days), my Aunt (my mother's sister) used to pay for our haircuts---yes, HAIRCUT. It's not trimming, my hair was as short as a pixie cut. My Aunt's reason was because we were still 'kiddos' who doesn't care about hair that much, so we (I) ought to have a very short hair. When I was 4-6 years old, I used to have chin to shoulder length hair. I still remember that I always have braided hair or pig tails, but when I started to learn to play--I mean to play like a boy--running around, going everywhere without a care what my appearance is, my aunt thought it's time to cut it really short.
I was not affected by hair commercials when I was younger (early grade school years). I always use JJ Baby Shampoo. My older cousin commented on our (my sister and I) hair since she told us our hair was shiny and soft.
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I do not understand the "importance" of having a shiny and soft hair at that age.