#Confession 2 Ep.2 "I Use to be a Hispanic Woman"

When I was in grade I identified myself and felt more accepted in the Hispanic culture. I was immersed in their mannerism, fashion, and food but most of all I loved their hair. For a long time I've been attracted  to Latino men and the sex appeal certain Latina women exuded. I wanted that same attention I saw the girls with the black raven-haired girls received every time they played with their hair and the boys just drooled and watched. Even when their hair seemed messy it still presented it self like mysterious sensuous wave. So I did what any capable women would do I invested in hair extensions or weaves, whatever your cup of tea. My longest extensions I ever installed where "24 inches by Indique Hair~Pure Wavy. The feeling of rich long hair had alas found me so I continued to indulge in it. Besides hair, during my preteen to teenage years all I dated was Latin brothers and a dash of brown sugar here and there. I guess you can say I'm down with the swirl. But hey some them remember the art of romancing a woman an art most men (eeh 'em) have forgotten! Most of my middle school years and little bit of high school I had a circle or Latin friends. Though I never learned to master the Spanish language there was always someone there to translate. I even hosted a little quinceanera for myself; in my room of course my mom would never spend that kind of money. But at the end of the day I learned that no matter what I would still be the black girl among a group of chicas. So I had learn to love my shoulder-length hair and black culture. No more dreaming of long Pocahontas hair only Indian Remy. Lol, never said I was going to stop installing hair~#Team_Extensions