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By Lydia Anglin
Once upon a time, there was a baby naturalista who used to sit in front of the mirror every night, with her arms held high for over 45 minutes, trying to complete the perfect twist out.
As she huffed and puffed, she wished for a fairy godmother who could end her misery and just grant her poppin’ curls at the flick of a wand. But, this naturalista eventually came to her senses and realized: ain’t nobody got time for that.