I don't know why I have the opinion that I am gonna be the exception to the rule. Why do I think I'm gonna escape all these side effects? I am always stunned to have them happen!
My hair is coming out by the strands full. When I run my fingers through my hair, five or six strands come out. Oh, big deal, you say. Well, I can do that 10 -12 times in a row with the same results. Multiple that and see what kind of effect that has on some ones hair.
I could see the writing on the wall. Hair cut here I come. Being the cheap skate that I am, I headed off to Walmart for the cut. A nice, but too talkative black girl cut my hair. I got a short, manly cut. Yay, Yes I am being facetious. I hate the hair cut. I hate looking like a man. I know the Lord understands I did not do this out of rebellion or a desire to be like the women of the world. I get that. But I still hate it.
Here I am in all my stark ugliness. Makes me soooooo glad I got my wig.
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