As a broke college student, I try to save my money in any way that I can. Trying to keep up with the trends in college and stay within my budget is a challenge. So I discovered some cheap online shopping websites to order off of. One that I discovered is called SheIn.com. I had heard about it before and had watched several video reviews on YouTube. So if you want to see live reviews of people who have ordered items from this website and see some items and how they fit, I suggest watching some YouTube videos. There I also discovered many other cheap online shopping websites that aren't too bad. But today, we're talking about SheIn.com, which ships all over the world. I made an account and started shopping. Right off the bat, you discover the crazy cheap prices, and you start to get a little suspicious.
If you have curly hair, you know the struggle to find products for your hair type. No one ever told me what to look for in hair products so I neglected to wear my hair out curly for most of my middle and high school career. Instead I burned it with a flat iron. It wasn't until the end of my sophomore year in high school I decided to stop flat ironing my hair and finally learn how to take care of my hair. I watched endless YouTube videos to learn every little detail about curly hair. Now I know the type of products to look for when shopping in the store.
For most of my life, I’ve lived with my paternal Aunt and her husband. My mother and father had three children together including myself, and their relationship never really worked out. They had some issues, hence why I was ordered to live with my Aunt, after hopping from foster home to foster home. If I wasn’t ordered to live with her, I honestly wouldn’t know where I’d be today. My mother is white and my father is black and being a biracial child has its own difficulties. And living with my dad’s side of the family has definitely sheltered me from my mom’s side of the family.
I wouldn’t be where I am today without knowing where I started. I’ve come a long way, and I know my journey has everything to do with that. For most of my life, my mother struggled with addiction. This addiction controlled her life, so she couldn’t control herself, let alone her three children. My father was never around during this time, so my sisters and I were parent-less. I rarely went to school and my sisters did whatever. This led to social workers visiting our home and instead taking me to homes of people I did not know. The lie that I heard each time I was taken away was that I would be back with my mother tomorrow. I realize now that they only told me that to stop my tears. Somehow, I believed it every time.