Iluvsmuhgrass
Well-Known Member
Ok, I'm stretching. I'm kinda liking/loving my natural texture so I'm considering texlaxing and entertaining brief fantasies of going natural. I've been stretching for like three months so far with two inches of new growth and my hair is looking like a factory full of I'll-be-dayums. My S.O. pops in to surprise me today and I'm rockin' a raggedy center part accentuated by two HUGE reverse puffed dookey plaits. (i.e. I look like hot garbage) I'm all
if I knew you were coming I'd have fixed up a bit. He tells me that he doesn't care.... and I really believe him. I'm half ashy, t-shirt, shorts, and wild "fresh out of bed" hair
and he's looking at me like I'm the most beautiful thing in the world.
He knows about my hair plans, goals, and LHCF. He's pretty supportive and several times he's just like,"Leave it alone... don't cut it....let it do what it does." To which I respond, "My hair looks like crap!!!", and he says, "Your hair looks fine. I like it like that! There is NOTHING wrong with your hair!! There's nothing WROOOONG with your texture! Whyyyyyyy do women do that? We're not all supposed to be the same skin color or have the same eye color or have the same hair style or texture. There's NOTHING WRONG with it. I LIKE IT!" This is when he reached his hands into my hair and played (as in rolling my little coils between his fingers and stroking my hair and scalp....played) with my new growth.
Yay!


He knows about my hair plans, goals, and LHCF. He's pretty supportive and several times he's just like,"Leave it alone... don't cut it....let it do what it does." To which I respond, "My hair looks like crap!!!", and he says, "Your hair looks fine. I like it like that! There is NOTHING wrong with your hair!! There's nothing WROOOONG with your texture! Whyyyyyyy do women do that? We're not all supposed to be the same skin color or have the same eye color or have the same hair style or texture. There's NOTHING WRONG with it. I LIKE IT!" This is when he reached his hands into my hair and played (as in rolling my little coils between his fingers and stroking my hair and scalp....played) with my new growth.

