I was forwarded this email from a friend. It’s the story of one girl’s thought process that I too have been through time and time again. I’m the opposite here… I LOVE my natural hair and the flexibility it gives me, but dear Lord the beauty and love a weave can give you is very very hard to fight. Please leave comments below, I’m posting this for her and she’d love to get the feedback.
Thanks!
“OMG… I think I need professional help…
I’ve been on a mission to wear my natural grown hair this summer…even made an appointment with a hair stylish to cut and treat my hair…I have a box of weave that I said I was going to burn and never look back…
But then this morning On Da Marta I saw the most beautiful head of weave I’ve ever seen…it was gorgeous, luxurious, stunning… Lawd a mercy!!!!!!!!!!!!! I couldn’t breathe…my heart skipped a beat. It was a wavy, curly blend… sent down from the heavens…I was thinking “Lord you have blessed me…Thank you” she taunted me with every bounce, every strand was placed just right… it was a masterpiece… the one and only Picasso himself could not have achieved such a work of art.
I had to know her name, but what do I do? What do I say? I knew I had to be careful, didn’t want to scare her away. When the train pulled up I made sure I sat right behind her admiring her lovely tresses, concocting a plan to make her my own! As the train came to a stop and it was time to switch trains I got up when she got up, came out the aisle when she came out the aisle…I mimicked her every move. Oh Lawd I was stalking this woman, but I couldn’t help myself I was in a trance. Finally she came to a stop I stood beside her as she waited for her train, this wasn’t even the train I needed to take but I had to find out what kind of hair that was!!!
I drilled up the courage to talk, took a deep breath and said “ Hi…um, your hair is soooooooo beautiful, ahhh I was hoping you could tell me where you got her from?”
There was silence…I prayed she didn’t run me off, but then her lips parted and she began to set free the information I was so craving…she told me her name was (Mona) but as she continued her train was approaching…OH NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!! I wanted to ask for her number, but wasn’t sure if she would think I was a lez so I quickly rummaged around in my large over sized over stuffed pocketbook for my business card…but it was too late the train was already there…but at last she put me out of my misery and yelled out her phone number as she proceed to the doors of the train (and we all remember how dangerous those are) I added the number to my cell phone and wiped the nervous sweat of my large but sexy forehead.
Ladies, how could I ever think about betraying my girls (my weaves) they are a part of me and I am ashamed to think that I could ever release myself. What do I do now? I feel like I have a spiritual connection with these weaves. When I open a fresh pack of new weave right out the bag I feel like… like…it’s indescribable, it’s the one thing in this world that makes me happy, but I also want to wear my natural too. Fortunately I think my head is big enough for both. I will continue to reflect on my options and hopefully come to a resolution that will make everyone happy.
So ladies, although Da Marta has hurt me mentally, emotionally, and PHYSICALLY. It has brought me great happiness with my new found friend (The Mona).”
Shana S. Brown
lol, you are so silly.
So… what was the hair that she wore? Who did it?? I’m just as addicted to wearing weave–