Tresstify Yourself

Everything was fine until I had to take my extensions out. I had braids in my hair and they were synthetic hair with my real hair woven in. They were really long, waist length. They looked fabulous on me. Loved them! It was time to take them out and my mother offered to help as she normally does. It’s much faster when you cut the extensions off and start at your real hair.
So we’re sitting there and I’m working on this side of my hair and my mom is working on this side of my hair. The braids that mom was cutting are very long. They were like this long. So I said, “Mom don’t cut so much. You’re going to cut my hair off.” She was like, “No, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it. Your hair is not this long. I’ve done this tons of times.” So I trusted her. So after we finished taking all the braids out, I look in the mirror and I realize that the side that my mom was working on, my hair was like this short. And this side of my hair is this long. So I run into the other room and I’m like, “Mom! Look what you did to my hair! I’m the captain of cheerleading. There’s no way I can go to school like this!”