Change can be scary, but it is an inevitability of life. From fashion styles to technology, nothing stays the same for long. Except, when it comes to hair. At least that was the case for me. See, since I was a little human running the streets of LA, my hair style has stayed the same: Faded. Every time I'd go to the barbershop, I'd sit in one of the worn out chairs as my barber shaped the bush that had evolved from my scalp into something worth looking at. For twenty years this happened, until one day not too long ago, I decided I wanted to do something bold and drastic (pause for effect): I was going to let my hair grow out.
Read More
mmm mmm melanin
This looks nice, yes.
Post-Grad Diaries: The big move
As with all challenges that come my way, I am confident that I will face this one head on, but the mere thought of 'adulting' in this manner is a weird concept.
Read MorePost-Grad Diaries: Lunching like an adult
That is one perk I plan on utilizing to the fullest this summer (and probably a little bit after).
Read More