Hair-Raising!: Real Life Hair Horror Stories

Crystal: I called my stylist asking if he knew how to do a texturizer, he said yes. So I went in, got it done and came out looking like a cross between Kunta Kinte, Michael Jackson, and a poodle. Smh, my mom took be back in there and ordered him to fix it and give back her money.

Red Summer: Yeah, the last time I went to a Dominican salon, the stylists were talking about all of us like dogs in Spanish. They said how my natural hair was too nappy and if she knew it was going to be this bad, she would have charged me $100. She called another lady a fat pig. All kinds of crazy stuff. Then a man at the front started talking loudly in English about how rude Dominicans are and that they think that no one understands them because we are just stupid black Americans, but he is Cuban and he speaks Spanish. I replied that I was just thinking the same thing. They were too shamed. I was ashamed too, ashamed that I had already paid them. When my hair was done, they said I was so pretty and my long hair made me look like an Indian woman. I politely explained that I was fine looking like a black woman and never returned.