HOW TO FIX THINNING HAIR If you have thinning hair that is brittle, dry, frizzy, kinky and just won't grow, you need to read my story.
Even if you've tried the most expensive products and failed, do not give up hope.
You CAN have long, lustrous hair.
This is your lucky day.
MY NASTY, HIDEOUS HAIR I can't believe I have thinning hair now.
I admit my hair was never good.
It was my worst feature, in fact.
Even though I am not African, that's the kind of hair I have.
Kinky, dry, growing in all directions and only halfway decent looking in an Afro.
But at least it was once a full Afro.
I used to let my African friends drag me to their favorite hair salons for straightening.
In those days the chemicals used were so strong that they burned my scalp.
Needless to say, no matter what I did I never looked good.
UH OH, MORE PROBLEMS After repeated warnings from my mother to stop straightening I stopped, but only after ending up with a few bald spots.
Luckily they filled back in, but still with dry, brittle, nappy hair.
Nevertheless, I was grateful to have hair at all.
And lots of it.
Which is why I was in total shock when it began to fall out.
At first I thought it must be my imagination.
But, seeing is believing.
I found it all over the floor and carpet in my home.
I was horrified.
This wasn't just breakage, either.
Each strand had a follicle on the end.
This was undeniable proof.
I had thinning hair.
FAILED TREATMENTS Without exaggeration, I spent hundreds of dollars on doctors, vitamins, weird treatments, expensive shampoos and conditioners.
Even using a home laser and hair growing medication the results were very disappointing.
I now had a thin Afro which was very short.
Even with all the treatments it would grow to maybe an inch and then break off.
It was not my crowning glory.
It was not sexy.
It was not pretty.
It was hideous.
Grownups tried not to stare but children, who still behave naturally, would continue to stare as their mothers dragged them along.
They were fascinated by the sight of my thinning hair, lying there like an old brillo pad.
By pure chance I met the most beautiful woman from India.
Her hair was almost down to her waist.
Shiny.
Thick.
The kind of mane I would give anything for.
Naturally the conversation turned to my thinning hair and, lucky for me she was more than just beautiful.
She had a heart of gold.
She gave me a small bottle of oil and a bottle of shampoo.
I was to use both several times a week for three weeks, after which we would meet again.
It contained ingredients like Hibiscus Abelmoschuns Extract and Shikakia and Amla, all natural ingredients without chemicals.
THE CURE I didn't walk home, I flew.
And so did the three weeks.
I cheated a little, though.
I did the treatment 5 times a week because of my desperation.
There was change after the very first time and in three weeks there was more length and fullness than I could have hoped for.
I was beginning to walk with my head held high.
Honestly, there was no way anyone would single me out as a freak with thinning hair.
Thank you Lord, thank you.
Even if you've tried the most expensive products and failed, do not give up hope.
You CAN have long, lustrous hair.
This is your lucky day.
MY NASTY, HIDEOUS HAIR I can't believe I have thinning hair now.
I admit my hair was never good.
It was my worst feature, in fact.
Even though I am not African, that's the kind of hair I have.
Kinky, dry, growing in all directions and only halfway decent looking in an Afro.
But at least it was once a full Afro.
I used to let my African friends drag me to their favorite hair salons for straightening.
In those days the chemicals used were so strong that they burned my scalp.
Needless to say, no matter what I did I never looked good.
UH OH, MORE PROBLEMS After repeated warnings from my mother to stop straightening I stopped, but only after ending up with a few bald spots.
Luckily they filled back in, but still with dry, brittle, nappy hair.
Nevertheless, I was grateful to have hair at all.
And lots of it.
Which is why I was in total shock when it began to fall out.
At first I thought it must be my imagination.
But, seeing is believing.
I found it all over the floor and carpet in my home.
I was horrified.
This wasn't just breakage, either.
Each strand had a follicle on the end.
This was undeniable proof.
I had thinning hair.
FAILED TREATMENTS Without exaggeration, I spent hundreds of dollars on doctors, vitamins, weird treatments, expensive shampoos and conditioners.
Even using a home laser and hair growing medication the results were very disappointing.
I now had a thin Afro which was very short.
Even with all the treatments it would grow to maybe an inch and then break off.
It was not my crowning glory.
It was not sexy.
It was not pretty.
It was hideous.
Grownups tried not to stare but children, who still behave naturally, would continue to stare as their mothers dragged them along.
They were fascinated by the sight of my thinning hair, lying there like an old brillo pad.
By pure chance I met the most beautiful woman from India.
Her hair was almost down to her waist.
Shiny.
Thick.
The kind of mane I would give anything for.
Naturally the conversation turned to my thinning hair and, lucky for me she was more than just beautiful.
She had a heart of gold.
She gave me a small bottle of oil and a bottle of shampoo.
I was to use both several times a week for three weeks, after which we would meet again.
It contained ingredients like Hibiscus Abelmoschuns Extract and Shikakia and Amla, all natural ingredients without chemicals.
THE CURE I didn't walk home, I flew.
And so did the three weeks.
I cheated a little, though.
I did the treatment 5 times a week because of my desperation.
There was change after the very first time and in three weeks there was more length and fullness than I could have hoped for.
I was beginning to walk with my head held high.
Honestly, there was no way anyone would single me out as a freak with thinning hair.
Thank you Lord, thank you.
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