Monday Morning Confessions
It’s not a juicy as you think.
But here we go. There’s loads on my mind.
I’m still reeling from the reunion I had with my ex last weekend, and noticing his increasing reluctance to have the post weekend “talk” about our feelings and where we are with everything.
He’s dragging his feet.
Confession. So am I. I’m not sure how any of this is supposed to work out. No matter what road is taken, I feel like it’s going to be an emotional challenge that I’m not quite prepared for.
I still don’t regret the weekend or how it went or what happened. I feel like it was necessary for us to either move on with or without each other going forward.
The second thing I’m struggling with is I took out my fabulous braids. Well it was time. But I kind of realized that being a natural hair girl, having those long braids and minimal upkeep gave me a lot of time to sleep in longer and it gave me a real confidence boost. I really liked how I looked in them and now, I’m kind of having to readjust to my own hair.
I’m even thinking what used to be the unthinkable… getting a weave.
Taking the braids out and having to face my own thick, tightly coiled hair again, reminded me of the daily work I had to do to affirm myself and my own beauty. Sometimes, I really dig the fluff. It makes me seem artsy and confident in my own skin, but I had no idea that taking the braids out was going to have such a psychological effect on me. As I stood in my bathroom mirror trying to decide if I felt like sitting under my dryer for an hour, or just slapping gel in it to make a bun, I suddenly felt overwhelmed, tired and unpretty.
I can’t go to work like this by Monday…
No, my hair wasn’t straight in the braids, but it was long. And easy.
I was getting more attention from men. And, super big confession, I was actually happy my ex got to see me in all of my Poetic Justice glory and not with my fro. He doesn’t like natural hair and has said so in the past and said it’s difficult to imagine me with it. So I felt like when he saw me, I was at my best. I had enough to worry about and thank God it wasn’t my hair.
So has this reunion made me shrink back into an insecure person wanting validation?
Has the ending of my braid hairstyle made me regress back to the days of wanting my hair to flow in the wind?
Not necessarily. But it all has been making me think about the way I see myself. First of all, some might say, if the braids make you feel good, then just keep redoing them. That was a thought that crossed my mind. I mean what is 7 hours every other month?
Then I thought about going to the Dominican salons and getting blow outs from time to time.
Then I thought about the weave.
Really not sure what to do next about all of these feelings surrounding my hair, or my ex.