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Getting back to being Ms. Beautiful braid!




It was the time when my mom used to struggle for time. She would wake up early in the morning with her hair as beautifully braided as ever and I would be shook awake to have that traditional head massage with a mixture of hot coconut and castor oil with the extracts of sun-dried hibiscus, henna and fenugreek. After I sleepily shampoo my hair followed by the massage, my mom would pat it dry with a thin towel and would carefully part my hair into sections to try different types of braids on my curly but soft hair.

As she tamed my dense and curly hair into braids of every possible beauty, I would sit there bored with the palm of my hands supporting my cheek. In spite of lack of time, my mother made it a point to wake up ten minutes early everyday just to make time for the wonderful braids that her fingers weaved with my hair. After she finished with the styling, I would gaze at my own self in the mirror and brim at her with pride on my face.

I would say occasionally, "Maa, you can become a professional hair stylist!" and she would smile back at me with pride and happiness resonating in her face. As soon as I reached school my friends would surround me to admire my hair and the braids I showcased every day. I found it a pleasure to be Ms. Beautiful braid at school. Most of my hair, especially when braided, has curly and soft ends that would shine with lusture and whenever I touch the end of my braid, it will feel like the tip of a bird's soft feather, except that my hair was stronger.

But after my school days, due to stress, unhealthy nutrition and over exposure to pollution, my hair's lusture and strength was short-lived and my hair was found to develop split-ends which made hair-fall frequent and the hair thin and dry. My hair became unfit to braid.I was too worried about the split-ends that my hair faced and the condition that my hair was in, then. That is when I found access to Dove's unique split-end rescue shampoo.

I found it to be not merely a shampoo, but a proper therapy for my lack-lusture hair. I used it for a long period of time along with my oil massage routine and eventually I found my hair in the revival state and in just a few weeks I found my hair as shiny and as strong as it had ever been. My braids have been as beautiful as ever since then. I got back to being Ms. Beautiful braid after I used the Dove hair treatment.

Now, I am brimming with my beautiful braids. All thanks to Dove. No split-ends, no hair fall!









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This post is a part of the Dove "Beautiful Ends to your Beautiful Braids" contest.
Use Dove Split End Rescue System for beautiful braided hair!

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