When I first went Natural

When I first went natural

Before all of my relaxed hair (what remained of it) was shorn, I imagined I would have the cute spiral curls of my hairdresser. How misguided I was about my hair. I was incredibly misguided on the thoughts of my hair. I had not seen my natural hair before. Every girl I knew had some semblance of those loose spiral curls.

Not me.

Lord, not me.

Super kinky curly in the front, even tighter in the middle of my hair, and long and loose in the back, I have a garden of textures.

A garden, that sounds better than a nightmare doesn’t it?

The fact of the matter is, I am frustrated. I haven’t been taking care of my hair and it shows. The right side of the middle of my hair feels incredibly shorter than the left middle side. My hair is dry, and because the curls in the back are looser and more elongated, without my trusty headband I have a mullet. A Billy Ray Cyrus, Achy Breaky Heart Mullet.

I’ve neglected my hair, my blog, pretty much everything.

My hair is so bad, on my days off, I am reaching for my hat. The hat has a huge hole in it, and freaked me out, but I safety pinned that sucker and went on about my business. I would wear that hat at work, but I don’t think I am allowed to wear hats at work. I never asked. Asking about hat wear for work is a little extreme even for me.

I can’t keep neglecting my hair. I can’t keep being embarrassed to go out without my hat. Or headband.

This is the first step.