I was that child with natural hair that didn’t fit the mould.
These days I have an actual fear of salons. They give me so much anxiety.
No I didn’t read some article about bacteria lurking in communal brushes (probably shouldn’t google that). It’s not the idea of it so much, it’s past experiences. (PS. I know some really nice stylists, the experience just makes me uncomfortable)
Hair salons became this place where I would literally pay to be ridiculed. I’d sit there being pulled and prodded and my “bad hair” discussed with other people.
But honestly sometimes you don’t even have to be pay to be made to feel inferior. Families often do it for free. My slick haired father doesn’t let his feelings towards my hair go unnoticed.