I may look wrinkly as hell today, but would like to submit for the official record that I have come along way in my young life, as I showed up to college with this hair style:
That is right. Microweave. Down to my ass.
BFF4EVA and I thought it would be a most excellent idea to do that the night before I left for my private Catholic college in Chicago. I still think I looked awesome. My mom still thinks I looked like I had cancer.
Shout out to Lauren (in the first picture) who not only was an excellent partner in crime, but helped me take the microweave out. I think it took a fork, a comb, 4 episodes of Friends, the Breakfast Club, a couple 40s and most of my pride. Bless you, Lauren, bless you.