Alone alone…all alone
Kidding. So this is a hair tale about something I don’t necessarily regret, but will probably not do again. That is: box braids (also known as poetic justice braids). These have sprung back into popularity over the last few years. Anyone who was around during the 90’s remembers them.
Well, I decided to give them a try. I had wanted to for a while but couldn’t stomach the cost or the commitment or the fact that I have never been much of a braid/weave wearer because my scalp is extremely itchy and I like to wash pretty frequently.
Long story short, I found a girl to do them for a really decent price and decided to take the plunge. 2013 has been all about trying new things so I said, what the hey? I got them and loved them.
Then, the problems started. I have sensitive skin. I have dry skin. That skin being stretched out and tugged on constantly by kanekelon fibers is never a good idea. My scalp was constantly irritated. Some nights I’d wake up in the middle of the night itching. I had to take out a couple around the edges because it was ripping out my hair and making my scalp kind of scabby. Did I mention that I’m also a hypochondriac? I don’t do well with foreign ailments, so I started freaking out.
Despite all of this, I LOVED those braids! They were so cute. I even got a cherry wine color in the crown. It was so low maintenance and always stylish. It gave me a new attitude. Not to mention, it took me a significantly less amount of time to get ready. I got more compliments on that hair than ever in my life. I must have given out my braid lady’s number a million times. They were fly.
But they had to go. My scalp just couldn’t take it. Then, to top it off, the take down process was horrendous for me. Getting them out was easy. Washing, conditioning, and detangling my hair was a nightmare. I’ve never seen knots like that before. I was literally having to tear my hair out. I lost clumps and heaps of it. I cried. Everyone says my hair looks normal, but I can tell the difference.
Moral of the story: I would still recommend the braids, just don’t get them too small. Take good care of your hair. I’m sad about all the hair I lost, but I don’t regret it because I wanted to try something different and baybeh, please believe I was FLY! Sometimes you win some, sometimes you lose. Now, I’m just focused on having heallthy hair.
Here’s some pics of the braids. I’m gonna miss those bad johnnies.