So...I wore my hair out this whole week. Loved the fact that I just spritzed my hair with water and rolled out the house. Loved the fact that all eyes were on me wherever I went. Loved the fact that my hair was a deterrent from these hood niggas running up to me as if my hair was a stop sign saying, 'no....she's too good for you, keep it moving' I loved that my hair got progressively bigger with each day, I was rocking a full on fro by Friday...but I'm back to my wig for now, just because I wanted to go back to it...but I still love that I wore my hair out, and I definitely will do so again in the future.
Now here is the experiment part...
All women I came across, white, black, young, old, whatever LOVED my hair. I mean they gushed over the shit, wouldn't stop talking about it. Some women said I inspired them (which made me feel so proud that something as simple as wearing my hair out inspired someone. That's an overwhelming feeling).
Men...they were 50/50. Which I found odd. Especially since the ones who were like they liked the wigs/weaves better were the main ones asking why I didn't wear my hair out and I should wear it out sometime. They didn't say they didn't like it, but they said they prefered the weaves.
*shrugs shoulders*
I don't care either way, cause a bitch like me is going to do me regardless of what you or anyone else thinks, I just found it funny
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