It reaches my elbows, my hair.
Curly from its last treatment: cheap digital perm.
Changing hairstyle. that’s the habit of a restless heart.
An annual hobby, so to speak.
Challenging, though, this recent style.
It straightens and splits and flattens and expands
and next thing you know, it’s gonna do a cartwheel.
To tame it, it had baby oil, wax, gel (one that makes hair hard, and one that makes it shine), and now, mousse.
It had commercial conditioners, organic and inorganic, with paraben and none, brown rice and olives, coconuts and next, yoghurt. Still, the hair has its own wild life. So I tie its freedom.
What to do, universe?
I really admire you miss sexy Ai!
hahaha but jen, this has to be one of my most senseless posts. haha
me too i admire you miss sexy beautiful Ai!
thank you! thank you! i have yet to love my hair tho.
ma’am ai, just whip your hair back and forth. whip your hair back and forth…(haha LSS)
hahaha