Sometimes I love my curls, sometimes I’m convinced the devil lives on my head.
Hair is trying to return to the colour from which it came (green) and I am tempted to help it, but also I have other plans…
Yes, please reblog another picture of me to that ‘NaTuRaL AfRo HaIr’ blog of yours. This 40vol Bleach treatment is working wonders for my natural colour, really brings out the natural shine!
I have been receiving a huge huge huge amount of asks and curiosities about the development of my dreads and tonight I decided to have a little look. I started getting really emotional going through the hundreds of files and have started to feel like I’ve been 12 different people during this life, and I’m not sure what that all means.
Each folder was filled with a different sage of me and I guess however subconscious it was I separated them for a reason. From my time spent in Africa - to the frozen North - to here there have been so very many defining stages along the way and I can remember it all so vividly.
I guess you guys have a pretty good idea of what my hair looks like now what with all of the selfies and whatever elses floating around but you probably wouldn’t believe how hard it was to find some proper pics of my little forming rats nest (I hated having pics taken before) BUT here are some of the noticeable stages for your hungry eyes.
Sometimes I consider brushing out my dreads and so I undo one of the braided bits of hair I still have and then I realize that I’m too young to die.
They paint their faces so differently from ours.
You guys can officially call me Oscar, Filthygrinch.
A better picture of my hair, every strand is a different shade and it all glows so vibrantly at twilight/dawn. I love change and it’s the most important thing in my life that keeps me from going stir crazy wherever I am. It’s been so long since I’ve done anything neat or interesting with my hair and I quite honestly can feel the difference between how much more I like myself after doing this :)
I feel the need to do something drastic with this sh*t
I don’t know, I just don’t know.