For those of you who don't know me....I'm OCD. The first sign of this (that I know of) occurred when I was eight. I hated the way my mom braided my hair. It was too messy for me. So I taught myself how to braid with the help of my much wiser cousin M. I learned how to french braid, do crown braids, fishtail braids, and everything else. I was meticulous and I loved having the control. The ironic thing is now I'd give anything to have my mom braid my hair now.
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