06. Black Girl white(ish) friends: A memoir

Have you ever met someone happy about split ends?

*raises hand


At last

I was like my white friends

We had something in common.

I too, had split ends.

Now you would catch me placing chunks of my hair between my middle and pointer fingers, flipping my hair upward and checking to see (and complain about) just how split my ends were getting, and how badly I needed a trim.

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