Even though Simone Biles is the most decorated U.S. Olympic gymnast with over 35 medals and the Presidential Medal of Freedom, some people still criticize her.
One person complained, “Simone Biles’ hair never looks right. Everyone else on the team looks put together, but she looks like she just rolled out of bed.”
Before the women’s gymnastics team finals, Simone Biles, 27, shared a message for her critics on her Instagram Story.
“Don’t comment on my hair,” Simone Biles wrote in a video she posted. “It was done, but the bus had no AC and it was super hot. Plus, the ride was 45 minutes.”
In another Instagram Story, she shared a selfie and said, “Gonna hold your hand when I say this
Next time you want to comment on a Black girl’s hair, JUST DON’T.”\PARIS, FRANCE – JULY 30: Simone Biles of Team United States reacts after finishing her routine on the uneven bars during the Artistic Gymnastics Women’s Team Final on day four of the Olympic Games Paris 2024 at Bercy Arena on July 30, 2024 in Paris, France. (Photo by Jamie Squire/Getty Images)
Many women usually wear their hair in a slicked-back ponytail or bun, but Simone Biles has been wearing a looser style.
The rules say USA gymnasts must be “well groomed” and keep their hair “secured away from the face” so it doesn’t block their view of the equipment.
Despite the rules, many people on social media have criticized Simone Biles’ hairstyle.
Comments include:
“Simone Biles’s hair stylist should be fired.”
“Did Simone Biles purposely not do her hair? Every other gymnast’s hair is neatly done, but hers is messy. It almost seems on purpose… wtf?”
“I know Simone Biles talked about hair comments in her documentary, but she needs someone else to do her hair, not just her mom.”
“Simone Biles is flawless, but her hair isn’t.”
I don’t see anything wrong with Simone’s hair. She’s following the rules, so she should be able to wear it however she wants. People need to leave her alone!
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My Boss Terminated Me for Wearing Thrift Store Attire – My Colleagues Came to My Defense and Delivered a Powerful Lesson
When the company owner barged in and abruptly fired me for wearing second-hand clothes, my world imploded. Little did I know, my co-workers were planning an act that would turn everything around and emphasize the true strength of our workplace community.
Never did I think that buying clothes from a thrift store would cost me my job. But life’s full of surprises, especially when you’re a single mother struggling to make ends meet.
It began like any other Tuesday morning. I was at my desk, taking calls and welcoming clients with my usual cheer. The office buzzed with its routine hustle — keys clacking, printers working, and the aroma of fresh coffee in the air.
Kate from HR peeked around the corner. “Hey Claire, how are the kids?”
“Oh, you know,” I chuckled. “Sophie’s engrossed in her science project, and Noah’s set on memorizing every dinosaur name.”
Kate smiled. “Sounds like you have your hands full.”
“Always,” I said. “But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
Just then, the elevator chimed. The doors opened to reveal a familiar face I hadn’t seen in over a year — Victor, the company owner.
Panic surged through me. I quickly stood, smoothing my thrift store blouse. “Good morning, Mr. Harrison! Welcome back!”
Victor’s eyes narrowed at me, his expression hardening. “What are you wearing?”
I glanced at my outfit, puzzled. “I — ”
“Is this how you present yourself to our clients?” he demanded loudly. “In these… these rags?”
The office fell silent, every eye on us.
“Mr. Harrison, I — ”
“No excuses,” he interrupted. “A receptionist’s attire should reflect our brand. You’re terminated. Leave immediately.”
My world spun. “But sir, I’m a single mom. I can’t — ”
“Out!” he shouted. “Now!”
Tears stung as I gathered my belongings. Kate tried to intervene, but Victor silenced her with a glare.
The drive home was a blur. How would I explain this to Sophie and Noah? How would we survive? I unlocked our apartment door, and there they were — my little warriors.
Sophie instantly knew something was wrong. “Mom, what happened?”
I hugged them close, the smell of grape juice and play-doh soothing me. “I lost my job today, sweethearts.”
Noah hugged me tighter. “It’s okay, Mommy. We still love you.”
I stifled a sob. “I love you too, munchkins. So much.”
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