When Your Hair Grows...
I mostly just wash my hair when my arthritis says that its okay, condition it in the shower, let it air dry, rebraid and moisturize and throw a wig on it when I go somewhere. When I'm at home, I tie my hair up in a scarf and that's that. It's like that for weeks. And weeks. And weeks.
Then I'll see something on TV or watch Black girls doing their hair on YouTube and suddenly, I want to run my fingers through my locks without them getting tangled in seconds. So I straighten my hair and am now happy with the results. I sometimes wish that my life would be different if I had more hair. DOn't get me wrong. My hair was always beautiful and thick but it was always neck length.I wanted longer hair. I wanted to see if I could grow my hair. I was brainwashed all my life into thinking that I had to be another race or at least of mixed race to get desirable hair. I looked on with envy at other women with long hair.
Some of you don't consider my hair as anything special. As you twirl your waist-length hair around your fingers, know this. My hair is beautiful to me. It doesn't have to be beautiful to you. That's the brainwashing that I went through years ago, and I won't ever let it affect me again. It'll be probably four years before my hair reaches that length. But I'm not in a rush. I'm finally happy with it. That's all that matters.