I hate having perms put in my hair. My mama started giving me home perms when I was just seven years old and when I grew I continued the hateful tradition. Really can't blame Mama, it was the "in" thing to do for children with "fine" hair. And all the women in our family and extended family had their hair permed every six months. Well, now I have to have my 60ish hair done every three months and it does make my hair a little easier to deal with most of the time.
Tonight is meeting night for me. I hope I can bring up a subject or at least comment on the subject of the night. I am still not comfortable with sharing, fearing that I may say something inappropriate. Sooner of later, I will have to share because I believe it is good for one's sobriety and emotional well-being.
One day at a time...
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