You may have read earlier that I made the mistake of attempting to straighten my hair. The results were less than stellar: extra puffy, frizz-fest with scalp scabs (I accidentally scratched an area that I burned).
It’s been about a week now since I fried my strands and I think I should give up on the “straightened” look. My hair stays up in a “puffy-tail” (that’s a puffy ponytail, y’all) so there is no point in having it in this “unnatural” state. Besides with my luck, it has rained everyday that I had to go outside (Murphy’s Law at its finest). I can’t comb my now damaged, tangled hair as it has gotten a bit wet this week.
Why did I do this again? Oh, yeah, I remember now…I wanted longer, smoother, more manageable hair. I got puffy, frizzy, tangled hair. Huff!
So why don’t I just cut my losses and wash it? First of all, please don’t mention “cutting” as I am scissor shy and hate to even fathom losing even an inch of length. Second of all, I am a big scaredy cat. Yes, I admit it. I am afraid of what my hair will do to punish me for torturing it. Worse case scenario: It is fried straight and will never curl again; I will have to cut it all off and start over. There, I expressed my worse fear. I am seriously about to tear up right now.
Why am I such a crybaby? Well, the short version of the story is that I have always wanted long hair but could never grow it to armpit length. My most recent length check showed that it grew beyond that point but I may have nulled all that progress. UGH!
Let this be a lesson to you all. There are few (if any) healthy shortcuts to getting length.
That’s my 2 cent 4 U!
❤ A ❤