You'll understand the pictures once you read the post. My feelings coincide more with the picture on the left though...
I don't know when it started or if it's just temporary, but I am bored, BORED out of my mind with my hair. I know natural hair is more versatile than relaxed hair, but I typically always do the same styles, first it was twist-outs, now braid-outs and I'm tired of them. I should also add that I'm pretty lazy as well, so I have not been keeping up with my hair regimen as I should. I even have spreadsheets with when to wash, oil, protein treat, etc to my hair on a daily, weekly, and monthly basis (Lady C has seen them). I also put these things on my calendar, so I get reminders of what to do when, but alas I just ignore them and do what I want when I feel like it (whatever whatever I do what I want!- Cartman of South Park).
The last time I was this bored with my hair was around the time all of black Hollywood was shaving off one (or both) sides of their hair and I wanted to do that. I decided on a Mohawk because at least that would be more even and I've seen naturals successfully pull it off. I didn't cut my hair (that's crazy talk!), but I had my sister cornrow the sides of my hair up and I did some twists on the middle part of my hair, untwisted it in the morning and pinned it up and voila a faux-hawk was born. I liked it...at first, but looking back at the pictures (which will NOT be posted EVER lol), I now see it was not the business AT ALL. I'm glad, I didn't go berserk and actually cut my hair (my sides grow slower as it is)! But I now have a permanent (well kinda) memory of that hairstyle that cannot just be forgotten...
During my last hair-boredom-phase, I was bombarded at work RIGHT after coming back from lunch for our i.d. photos. I looked at my coworker with the camera like she was crazy talking about a picture with NO warning or nothing. I almost left her there looking crazy until my supervisor assured me it was no joke and we HAD to take the picture. We hadn't had damn i.d.'s in the two years I worked there before and NOW they just HAD to take them? *Sideeye* I was pissed, and I got even more pissed when I got the i.d. with the picture on it. I wanted to cut the photographer and the other heifer who was there who didn't tell me my hair was straight jacked. Every time I see that picture (which will STAY hidden behind my work access card), I just smh because in addition to that style not being the business in general on me, it was windy outside that day (yes I remember, don't judge me!), so it looked WORSE than it normally looked, because some pieces were out of place. To give you a mental picture, I looked like a black version of Krusty the clown's sidekick with the damn bone, Mel, or Sideshow Bob's brother, Cecil (yes! this IS a Simpsons reference too GET OVER IT!).
So that's my last experience when I was bored with my hair and acted on it. I know there are ways to jazz your hair up with hair flowers, clips and color, but I want something more drastic! But I'm scared because of my last foray into something different (smdh...I just can't...). Le sigh, I guess I just need to get some braids or kinky twists until this phase passes, so I won't have another hair regret.
Has anyone else had a similar hair regret or story? Sharing is caring :)
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