take better care of my hair

My hair is now the longest it’s been since I was forced into a perm at eleven years old. Despite pressure, I am wearing it natural…

Correction; Despite enough pressure to turn my carbon atoms into a diamond, I am remaining firm in my resolve not to have it either chemically or heat processed.

As a result, I’m getting a lot of seethe and snippy comments with double meanings. Most of this is, ironically, coming from The Maternal Parental, her sisters, and her friend. All of whom either dye, press, or do something to their hair to damage it. It’s like the longer it gets, the more the comments come flying.

Wild.

Pushing them aside, I’ve got to get some more shampoo. I saw a sale on Pantene in the supermarket a few weeks ago and I’m hoping on another one in a few days. Hopefully, I’ll have some money to spare as I really like using Pantene now.

I want to enter into a polygamous marriage with Pantene and any future partners we may come across. This conditioner has literally taken the headache out of combing my hair.

Before, it would take at least an hour to get through everything and, even then, I’d still be left with a not so good style. With the Pantene conditioner, I was able to get through my hair in fifteen minutes. No tears [as in lachrymal], tears [as in rip], or anything. My sigh of relief could probably be heard for kilometers if it weren’t for this Alberta Clipper.

I was so exhausted from the work I’ve been doing over the past few days that, by the time I was out of the shower, I was too tired to do much with my hair.

I did manage to get it into two bunches. As little as a three months ago, this current state of my hair wouldn’t have been much more than a dream. My hair was still short to the point where I had a third, annoying, bunch at the back. Now though…

With Spring, my hair is only going to grow faster too. It always happens like that. Wild.

In an effort to spare my hair the evil of the hot comb, I’m building myself up to cornrow my hair again. I’ve got to go wash and condition it in a few minutes so I can get through it first though.

I’m going to get to it after I do a bit more cleaning in my room since I don’t want my hair to get dusty.

I get waves of seething jealousy from some people over my hair. A long time ‘friend’ of my mother actually got snippy about my hair the more she saw it. Hers is at the point where it’s flaking out at the touch and to see my hair growing long and strong has her jealous.

I don’t know why though.

If you want your hair to grow out, stop putting the perms and dye in it. Don’t jump on me because I don’t burn it to death or put a bunch of chemicals in it.

It finally got to the point where, at my grandmothers funeral no less, she ‘noticed’ how my hair looked and, a few days later, just had to give her ‘sage wisdom’ regarding my hair. She told my mother that I ‘looked as though I escaped from a mental hospital’ and that it was ‘her duty as a mother’ to make sure I looked ‘presentable [hair wise] when I was out in the street’.

Just for the record, I hardly had raging spikes all over my head and no one else [NO ONE AT ALL] had a problem with any part of me but her. My hair was fully presentable for the occasion and in no way ‘crazy’ looking.

Between this, and other things, the friendship is no longer valid. Its kind of pathetic how shallow people can be about stuff like this. At first whining that shaving the head [for a woman] is a bad thing, and then doing everything in their power to tear a woman down for growing it out. /sigh/

I can’t believe it but I’ve actually put in relatively nice cornrows in my hair. All these years, I’d put down any notion that I could do it but I was actually able to do this in less time than it took me to put braids in my hair.

Its currently at the length I predicted it would be at the two year mark of my cutting it. I don’t know where it will be in April 2009.

I’m going to take my ‘I Voted’ sticker off of my forehead, hop in the shower, wash and condition my hair, before I make the attempt at cornrowing it.

I feel inspired to do so after seeing President Obamas’ kid wearing them on tv.

Not that I didn’t try before this but I was more hesitant given my current mediocre skill level. I’ll never get better without practice though, so I’m going for it.

I can’t keep wearing bunches for all eternity.

It’s even longer. By April, it will be beyond my neck and down past my chin. This is in its natural texture with no chemical or heat application straightening it out. Me proud.

I look so much like a black Mickey Mouse…this entry has a picture of my hair in all it’s cutesy glory.

I busted through it early yesterday morning while in the shower. The longer it gets, the easier it is to deal with it seems. I guess because it’s not so quick to curl and tangle together when it’s longer.

By this time next year, I’m hoping for double this length. That will be the longest it’s been since the ‘Pre-Perm’ years.