I am P!SSED!!!!! My Locs are Thinning
YO! DUDE! WTF! and whatever new slang kids are saying nowadays. Basically, @*%&#!!! I am FURIOUS!!! At first I had noticed, then I worried, then I was unsuccessful, now I am furious!!!! My locs…in the front….are thin…like balding thin…like I’m touching patches of skin thin. Before motherhood, my front was good. I had problems here and there, but overall–good. Let’s fast forward to me finding out was pregnant in May 2011. I was awesome. I had the motherhood glow going on and my hair was just growing out the wazoo. Again, awesome. Let’s fast forward again, but this time after my daughter was born. The only disappointment I had at this time was that my weight did not melt off like it was supposed to because I had that dern C-section. I say 6 months later (about June 2012), the joys of motherhood (I am being sarcastic by the way) kicks in. I notice that my hair has thinned out more than the previous year (not to mention my little one has pulled out a couple of locs in the front). In September 2012, I was like “Whoa, but I got this. I can do it.” Pssbbbbbt. Yeah, whatever. NOW, my poor locs are barely holding on in the front. Shut the front door or burn it one, because I’m ticked. When I first started my blog in like what 2010 (2009? I’m getting older) ANYWAY, I was like queen mother-freaking guru when people came to me with the thinning problem, like “Yes, my child, thinning comes and goes. You must be one with your locs and repair it through natural, essential oils and do this and do that…” BULL****. I’m not saying that it doesn’t work, but now….NOW that I have experienced the urgency and the concern that these people have came to me with this, I can hear and see the frustration in their emails and posts. Just a side note, if at any point I appeared insensitive or as if I didn’t understand how you felt, please…PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE forgive me. What’s that saying? You never know how it is until you walked a mile in someone’s shoes? Well ladies and gents, I have felt I have ran–not walked–a marathon. And I’m TiReD. I’m tired of my locs looking discombobulated. I hope I spelled that right, because I’m too “tight” (as my old New York friend used to say) to even bother using spell check. My left front lobe is aching, I’m slumped in a chair, looking at my soon to be 2 year old daughter with thick, full, delicious hair. Yes, I said delicious, hair. Frizz and all. I will pull myself together eventually and do what I always do: find a solution on a budget. But until then, I’m setting this keyboard on fire to vent my frustration. Thanks for listening.
While I’m at it, I’m going to let you guys see my 2012 pics and maybe later I’ll upload my 2013 pics.