Last night, I made a trip off to Walmart to look at the textured hair products. Next to that section is the hair color section, where a twenty-something, red haired Walmart employee was stacking shelves. I've rarely been checked on or spoken to by employees at Walmart, which is fine, but this particular worker approached me and asked if I was looking for mixed hair care. When I told her that I was not mixed, I was white, she said that she meant my kids, if I was looking for things for their hair.

Strangers always seem to assume that I'm a pre-teen or a young adult, never a teenager. It's pretty weird, but I've come to accept it. I told her that I was fourteen, and the woman profusely apologized, that I looked older to her. So, a bit confused, she asked if I used these products on my own hair, and I told her I did- I had very big, curly hair. I was wearing my hood up in order to hide my bald spots, so when she asked if she could see my hair I said no and explained why. She was very sweet and didn't push it, though. The worker explained that she had young mixed children, and pointed out products that she used for them. I didn't buy them, but I'm thankful for her sweetness and conversation. 

(thumbnail is my natural texture)

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