I have to face facts: my hair (like everyone elses, I'm sure) does not grow as fast as I would prefer-- at least not in the instances when one is really trying to grow it out. This is especially the case for me since my hair is exceedingly thick and I have never grown my hair out longer than it already is. It makes it more difficult because you know how you occasionally get those days when your hair-- for whatever reason-- doesn't sit right or stay the way you want it? You know, a "bad hair day"? Well, that is currently happening to me every day. I repeat: every. day. It's gotten to the point where I have been wearing a hat most of the time I leave the house. It keeps my hair hidden, down,... tame.
You see, I have my mom's Italian hair; thick, coarse, and uber curly. When I shower and style my hair withUltimately, I have no idea what my hair looks like grown out. In a couple months, I could have grown luxurious wavy locks that curl down my neck. That, or I could have grown a dark, flowy lion's mane of hair! The point is, I'll never know if I don't stick with it. Don't get me wrong, there are days (currently, more than I would prefer) where I just want to take the buzzer to my scalp and be done with this little experiment but I talk myself out of it, thinking about the end reward-- whether I like it or not, at least I stuck with it!
I've also upped the ante on myself: I've decided to make this a bigger deal by pledging to donate my hair to Locks of Love or a similar institution. Not only would that help people in need, but it keeps me determined in my hairy little adventure!
So if you see me around town in the next couple of days and I'm sportin' a baseball cap (my usual hair-tamer as of late) or bump into me a few weeks from now when I'll probably need a better hat to accommodate my mane, just know that however I look, it's because I'm trying out something new-- however small or silly-- and it's really all a test of my patience.
And, by golly, it's gonna be one of the toughest tests I've ever taken!




