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I am home, looking in the mirror at my f'd up braidout and my tummy is tearing up because I think it's time and there is nothing I can do about it.
 
I was thinking... I'm sick of it.. i'm effin sick of it.. it doesn't wanna do anything just ugh, time to cut.. Everyone is gonna yelll ...where can I get it done?? I hope this YT lady know what she doin with these sissors.. all of this went thru my head before it was chopped off
 
I was excited and scared at the same time. I could not picture what it would look like but was happy when I saw it.
 
I was just thinking I was sooo tired of the thin relaxed ends and I was no longer concerned with length. I didn't want to have to worry about curling relaxed ends to blend anymore. What a relief to finally have them gone.
 
I was standing in the dressing room of a department store crying because nothing I tried on looked right, and my hair was a mess. I was about 5 months post the greatest hair disaster of my life, and my very curly hair was straight in some places and shorter and thinner on one side than the other. Nothing I tried on looked good on me because my hair was such a mess.

I decided on a shirt and a skirt to wear out that evening with my SO, and when we got home, I asked him to let me shower first. All evening he kept telling me to cheer-up and that whatever was bothering me would be okay soon, so he was being extra sweet.

Once in the bathroom I started to gather the 101 products I needed to try and make my hair look like something when I spotted the scissors. I put the products in the trash and just started cutting. There was a heap of hair on the floor and in the sink, and the more I cut, the better I felt. I got into the shower, co-washed my little 'fro and came out of the bathroom feeling like a million bucks!

Although he was mad at me, my SO said on the way to the restaurant, "This is the frist time I've seen you smile like this is a minute." Itwas a great feeling. The next day I went to a barber to get it shaped up - you know I ain't know what I was doing!
 
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