It’s been since November 2015 when I last cut my hair. My cut was hot and I gave major shoutouts to my sister for her skills with the scissors. But long hair was always my life and I miss it so much! Hair growing back, especially black hair is a game of patience and as I’ve said before God didn’t gift that gift to me. My need to maintain my illusion of long hair is probably what’s heightened my love of weaves. But even with the weaves, traditional or versatile, lace or sew-in nothing beats being in a rush and throwing my hair up in that messy bun. You could almost associate it with a dependency problem.
I can wear buns with my weave or even get my hair styled to just be a bun but the feeling isn’t the same. I’m also extremely lazy and there’s just to much effort that goes into trying to make a weave bun look natural. Unless it’s a lace wig which in that case it’s extremely easy but the up-keep for that is like every 2 weeks and that’s team to much.
My hair has grown a lot in this last year but it’s still not there and it just makes me sad. Until I get back to chanting “long hair don’t care”, I’ll stick to my weaves but that $175 just hits sometimes. Like when I already spent my whole life in the mall.
With all that’s going on in 2017 trivial things like my bun seem petty to rant about but it’s the little things like my bun that keep me sane. In a world, that appears to be full of destruction and heartache and second guessing your neighbors political affiliation pawning for my messy bun to return gives me faith that four years flies by and that constitutional checks and balances can suffice until the messy bun can be reinstated.