I hate my hair. it may be beautiful in america, but its not looking so hot across the pond. No matter how chilly it is in Paris, there is always an element of mist or some weird particle in the air that transforms my coif from sleak and styled to fiberous and mossy the moment i step out of my apartment. and every time i emerge from our black mold shower after washing it, it appears to be more red... vitamins?? its no wonder people can tell i am american. i may be adjusting, but my hair is still in culture shock.
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