Locks Of Love
Posted by fheenix33 on August 10, 2009
Years ago when I was a cosmetologist my hair was short, funky and every color imaginable under the sun. At least twice a month my hair was slathered with the latest color of vibrant reds, purples or blues. Towards the end of my career at the salon my hair was a hot mess and it took on the feel of dry grass. I made a promise to myself that I would no longer subject my hair to any more harsh chemicals and I would let it grow out. That’s exactly what I did.
Over the years I have let my hair grow and I found that I became deeply attached to it. It grew out thick, wavy and I fell in love with the natural color of a deep brunette with natural highlights. Eventually the length reached a few inches past my waist. Washing it was a bit of a project and I couldn’t shake the fact that the weight of it all felt as if someone was constantly pulling my hair. If I left it down for too long it would get tangled and my quick fix for that was to grab a few scrunchies and put it up in a sloppy bun. I ignored the constant headaches and the pressure on my scalp.
