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very talented hairstylist. Around the age of thirteen I grew an interest in hairstyling. I practiced braiding hair on my younger sister, Nallely, she enjoyed me playing with her hair so she was the perfect model. I got really good at hairstyling that my mom’s friends would tell my mom, “wow, how did you do that Juanita?” My mom would say, “I didn’t do it, it was all Yesi she likes doing hair.” We were living in the Blue Jay Trailer Park at the time. We knew everyone that lived there because we…

several different ways that teenagers will modify their appearance or reputation, but amongst these the more common are by using steroids, plastic surgery, eating disorders, hair products, makeup and alcohol and drug abuse. Due to society’s enormous impact on teenagers and their image by using stereotypes of the ‘perfect’ body, hair and clothing which has caused teens to change their appearance and…

it was a beautiful Thursday, April night and i was almost at my fortieth week of pregnancy. my mother, brother and i had just finished eating dinner i had an eggplant parmesan sub from a local pizzeria where we live. my mom decided to go for a walk to a Walgreens that 's down the street because she heard walking could help go into labor. i had gotten preeclampsia which for someone who has anxiety is extremely scary. we tried everything we could to help me go into labor so i would not be induced.…

real hair, which was long and blond, would take the place of the kinky mass that Momma wouldn’t let me straighten? My light-blue eyes were going to hypnotize them.....Then they would understand why I had never picked up a Southern accent, or spoke the common slang, and why I had to be forced to eat pigs’ tails and snouts. Because I was really white and because a cruel fairy stepmother, who was understandably jealous of my beauty, had turned me into a too-big Negro girl, with nappy black hair,…

though her happiness had dwindled the more she grew, her birth mother pulling away and neglecting the girl more and more. "You 'll understand when you are older.." Her mother Teresa said, a pretty woman, black eyes, deep olive colored skin, long black hair, beautiful told her. "...I know you don 't understand why she is pulling around but listen to this Rah. It isn 't you. It was never you, it 's not your fault. Don 't ever hate her for mistreating you." Raneem had listened to the words…

cross them, then fold them up on the hard wood chair trying desperately to make myself feel more comfortable. The rays of sunlight shining in through the large glass windows in front of me made my olive skin glow, and tips of my naturally jet-black hair glimmer with various shades of brown. Nothing about my inside was glowing though. “They just want you to be happy”, Tom reminded me when he saw that I had stopped typing and blanked out with fear. He looked at me with soft green eyes…

My mother drove me to the airport, the windows rolled down and the 75 degree air mixing in the car. I was wearing a white sleeveless shirt and a pair of light blue shorts. I had a small jacket in my bag for when I got off the plane, some books and my small iPod. I was moving to Forks; a small town in the north part of Washington state. I haven’t been there in years, not since I was 13 to be exact. It was the town where my dad (Charlie) lived, I used to spend summers with him, but I haven’t in…

extensive vocabulary. On November 4th, H. turned 5 years old. She is the second oldest child in the classroom and the tallest in height at approximately 48 inches tall. Her body build is slim and her arms and legs are long. H. has long, wavy light brown hair that reaches to her mid-back in length. She also has big brown eyes. Next year, H. will be heading to Kindergarten since she currently is a second year preschooler.…

The Politics of Black Hair: A Feminist Analysis of the Construction the Black Female Identity The general consensus amongst most feminist scholars is that beauty standards have not changed much since the 1800s—the construction of female beauty still features a young white woman with large breasts, a small waist, light eyes, and long flowing hair. The act of policing the alteration of Black hair has become one of the most significant ways in which Black people engage in respectability politics.…

She is a cheerleader at Ponyboy’s school. She was pretty to Ponyboy, with nice red hair and beautiful red eyes. She was Bob’s girlfriend. She is a Soc, but she is nice to everyone, including greasers. She doesn’t judge people for who they are or what they look like.In the quote, “Things are rough all over” (page 35), Cherry is explaining…