The Hairstyle From Hell
Hello everyone.
I am writing this blog with such disappointment because what I’m about to document is ghetto.
I change my hair up pretty frequently, but tend to do the same styles. It’s either a weave, braid-out, silk press or box/knotless braids. Only last year did I start experimenting with ponytails and feed-ins, and decided to take it up a notch with faux locs. They look so cute on everybody else and I’m cute, so why not?
I searched for a stylist on IG and came across somebody whose work looked pretty solid. She was kind of far, but I was only going for this one style and knew that I probably wouldn’t want it again any time soon. I paid a deposit and just like that, I was locked in.
Leading up to my appointment I had doubts. I didn’t know if I would like the look on me, and how do you take them out? How long is it going to take her to do them? Is my hair going to lock up forreal? I had sooo many questions. But all of my friends insisteddd I do it, and I sometimes fall victim to peer pressure.
The meteorologists predicted that there would be a snow storm on the day of my appointment. I had already prepped my hair for the style, and based on what I’d read about the snow, it wasn’t about to be that deep (figuratively and literally). Buttt sis texted me to reschedule in the event the weather was gross. This should have been my sign to leave this damn hairstyle alone. We worked out a possible redo date, but ended up being able to keep our initial appointment because the weather outside was NOT frightful.
I arrived at the salon and it was lowkey kind of weird. The address and suite number she sent me did not correlate with the door signs. I knocked and she didn’t answer the door. I was sooo stressed because in Dec. this stylist played with my life and I thought I was about to have a take two. I texted her, and then the door opened. God is good.
She immediately got to work on my hair. We didn’t talk at all, but that was fine. It took her about 4 hours to do my entire head and then I was on my way. Shook, I’m like I may come back to her for knotless or something. Baby girl was moving. As I gave myself a thorough look in my rearview mirror, I wasn’t realllyyyy feeling it, just as I’d suspected. Don’t get me wrong, the style looked bomb. But I felt like Wale, Whoopi Goldberg, Stevie Wonder and anybody else who has dreads. I got the locs so I could work out, so I just sucked it up and let them do what they needed to do.
HELL WEEK BEGINS
Let’s start off with the hair was heavy and tight. And I came to this conclusion not even an hour after I left the appointment. It didn’t feel like I was going to go through it when she did it, but even moving a loc to the left was painful. I sprayed an aloe vera mixture on my hair in an effort to alleviate the pain. Ask me did that work.
A full week hadn’t even passed and my scalp was inflamed. I’m like dog. So I Googled, “Why is my scalp red and I just got braids?” Basically, there was a possibility that I was allergic to the braiding hair. Gross. So after watching a few YouTube videos I decided to wash my locs. I mainly focused on my scalp, and surprisingly it actually helped! So now I figure I’m in business, but the lie detector test determined that was a lie. Life was only going to get worse.
I started to notice that on one loc toward my face, my edges had started thinning. I’m like hold up. I NEED THOSE! I was oiling TF out of my hair with Wild Growth and Purebana oils. Like every day oiling and massaging. At that point I was like these have gotta go ne-ow. But my week and weekend was booked and I didn’t have anybody to help me take them out. I decided that following Valentine’s Day, these would be removed.
The day I took them out marked exactly three weeks and oh my gosh. I literally should have paid someone or waited for help. I cut my hair. Not once, but twice. The first time was cute. Hardly could notice it because it was toward the back. The second time…
Clearly I hate myself. I was SICKKK. Like sweating. I already knew how I wanted to style my hair when I took them out and I was panicking because can I even do that now? Am I going to be charged extra because I have an inch of hair in one spot and the stylist can’t grip!? THE DRAMA! I made a hair appointment so quick ya’ll. (It’s next week btw, soonest I could get in.) But I am here to tell you with boldness that I will never (and that’s on EVER) get faux locs again. Not even on my death bed. I’m just going to stick with what I know and stop trying to be cute and trendy.
I’m not blaming the stylist, definitely blaming myself. I should have trusted my gut.
I’m on a hair growth journey anyway, but I will keep you guys updated on this spot in the event I receive a Christmas miracle.
That’s all I got.
xo,
Aja