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I am a male college student with big puffy long hair and I hate it. I feel my lack of confidence comes from my hatred of how my hair is. In fact I know it, as I'm always wearing a hood to hide it, even when it's hot outside. I feel it's better for men with straighter non-poofy hair as then it's just long hair. With me, it's big hair. Does anyone have any tips for helping me keep my confidence when my hair looks wild and huge? For anyone who has had long hair, you know how hard it is to chop it off. Before I make any huge decisions with this, Is there a way to stop making it so frizzy? I would love to have long hair that lies down and isn't frizzy and puffy. Are there any shampoos that can just kill the frizz and flatten it??
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natural and effective: http://www.lushusa.com/Jasmin-Henna-...air-treatments
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used have long hair, tied into ponytail, but the cat kept latching on it and hung onto it for a ride on the floor.
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There are tons of products in any salon. Spend the money and have them recommend some.
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You can simply buy a hair straightener.
There are also a variety of anti-frizz serums. Like wingin'it said, check out a salon! |
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If you hate it, why is it hard to chop off?
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Because it's not that easy. Long hair takes a long time to grow, it's like just cutting off a journey. Long hair is a sense of accomplishment in a way, in that it took a lot of perseverance. I always felt like long hair was part of my image, so it's just going to be a huge change. Just chopping it off is like cutting off 2 years of a goal.
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#8
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The best anti-frizz products are from DevaCurl.
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#9
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Quote:
Curly Girl: Lorraine Massey, Deborah Chiel: 9780761123002: Amazon.com: Books |
#10
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LOL... are you going around resurrecting dead threads again?
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I am removing many forums from view using the Edit Options page.
Before I remove a forum from view, I go through old threads on the forum, many pages deep in to the history. Then I post and then I remove the forum from view. So that was the only thread on which I had special knowledge so I posted on it before removing the Steps to Better Self-Esteem from view. I am indebted to you personally for the realization that forums can be removed from view: http://forums.psychcentral.com/commu...n-blocked.html |
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Aha you have a routine
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Unfortunately, there are now technical difficulties:
http://forums.psychcentral.com/3034632-post34.html |
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Hmmm... maybe Fooze can help with that. All my preferences seem to be stable now.
The first thing I'd try is clearing all forum view preferences and then start again. |
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It worked, thank you.
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You are so indebted to me
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I have to look it up.
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#18
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I have not watched the Godfather.
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You should. And/or read the book
![]() Bonasera: I believe in America. America has made my fortune. And I raised my daughter in the American fashion. I gave her freedom, but I taught her never to dishonor her family. She found a boyfriend, not an Italian. She went to the movies with him. She stayed out late. I didn't protest. Two months ago he took her for a drive, with another boy friend. They made her drink whiskey and then they tried to take advantage of her. She resisted. She kept her honor. So they beat her. Like an animal. When I went to the hospital her nose was broken. Her jaw was shattered, held together by wire. She couldn't even weep because of the pain. But I wept. Why did I weep? She was the light of my life. A beautiful girl. Now she will never be beautiful again. [He breaks down at this point, and the Don gestures to Tom Hagen to get him a drink.] Sorry... [He regains his composure and carries on.] I went to the police, like a good American. These two boys were brought to trial. The judge sentenced them to three years in prison, and suspended the sentence. Suspended sentence! They went free that very day! I stood in the courtroom like a fool, and those two bastards, they smiled at me. Then I said to my wife, "For justice, we must go to Don Corleone."Don Corleone: Why did you go to the police? Why didn't you come to me first?Bonasera: What do you want of me? Tell me anything, but do what I beg you to do.Don Corleone: What is that? [Bonasera whispers his request in the Don's ear] That I cannot do.Bonasera: I will give you anything you ask.Don Corleone: We've known each other many years, but this is the first time you ever came to me for counsel or for help. I can't remember the last time that you invited me to your house for a cup of coffee, even though my wife is godmother to your only child. But let's be frank here. You never wanted my friendship. And, uh, you were afraid to be in my debt.Bonasera: I didn't want to get into trouble.Don Corleone: I understand. You found paradise in America, you had a good trade, you made a good living. The police protected you and there were courts of law. You didn't need a friend like me. But, now you come to me, and you say: "Don Corleone, give me justice." But you don't ask with respect. You don't offer friendship. You don't even think to call me Godfather. Instead, you come into my house on the day my daughter is to be married, and you ask me to do murder for money.Bonasera: I ask for justice.Don Corleone: That is not justice. Your daughter is still alive.Bonasera: Let them suffer then, as she suffers. How much shall I pay you?Don Corleone: [shakes his head ruefully] Bonasera, Bonasera. What have I ever done to make you treat me so disrespectfully? If you'd come to me in friendship, then this scum that wounded your daughter would be suffering this very day. And if by chance an honest man like yourself should make enemies, then they would become my enemies. And then they would fear you.Bonasera: Be my friend. Godfather.[The Don shrugs, Bonasera bows toward the Don and kisses the Don's hand.]Don Corleone: Good. Someday, and that day may never come, I'll call upon you to do a service for me. But until that day, accept this justice as a gift on my daughter's wedding day.Bonasera: Grazie, Godfather.Don Corleone: Prego. [Bonasera leaves, and Don Corleone turns to Tom] Give this to, uh, Clemenza. I want reliable people, people who aren't going to be carried away. After all, we're not murderers, in spite of what this undertaker thinks. |
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Quote:
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Be like water making its way through cracks, do not be assertive, but adjust to the object, if nothing within you stays rigid, outward things will disclose themselves. --Bruce Lee |
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