I had a moment. Wait… I’m still living in that moment. That “maybe I AM my hair” moment. That “what was I thinking when I cut ALL of my hair off?” moment. That “why did I decide to grow out my relaxer?” moment.
I complained to my sis (and anyone willing to listen) about how horrible my hair looks lately, about how bored I am with all of the styles I do, about how much prettier I was with my sleek, straight hair, about how I am aboutthisclose to going and buying a relaxer to do my hair this weekend.
I’m all over the place! I read an old post from an old friend that made me realize that although I like my hair straight, I still do like the versatility of natural hair.
I saw an Instagram pic of a college friend who was showing off her natural hair 2.5 years post relaxer.
I realized that my last relaxer was 2 years ago on March 11th. I completely forgot to acknowledge my accomplishments.
Maybe it’s just a phase and it’ll pass. I won’t make any irrational decisions for now.