#growing locs

[that-scorpio]

Happiness 🤎

[barbedwirechain]

light studies

[jrueships]

Gg and his big sis nyla !!!!! who gave him the nickname gg bcs she couldn't say Gregory when they were lil ones!!

[laylaynaynay130]

Jules keep your hair like this I like it!

[dickpuncher420]

feel like sisyphus w the way i have to go get my hair done every month

[softerpixels]

justice for little black boy sims omg i am scouring the internet trying to give myself hair options why do y'all want me to put locs with undercuts on my toddlers fjgkdfdfkj

[cherrysnax]

marvel I am looking directly at you. let miles go thru his college years. there is so much untapped potential

[tariah23]

Still crying over my friend telling me that they’ve never heard of Chief Keef-

[jasmancer]

what if I. buzzed my hair

[somnas-writes]

Wanna write a PJO-TKC-MCGA protagonist cross over fic

Except I do What Ever I Want

[kindofsmol]

i tried a makeup look from tiktok & pinterest. where shall i go, the bookstore, or maybe to pick up some chai, you can never have too much chai.

[amythstrubix]

From one set of locs to the next…3 years of growth and it’s like it remembers 🥰

[blow-me-a-kis]

Finally cut my hair. Back to being a fuzz head. I just couldn't afford to get it done like how I want and I kept sayin I was gunna do it, but I had to be real with myself lmao I don't have the energy or patience for that. I also went to a drag show last weekend and I saw so many fab bald queers, and I was reminded that no matter what I do with my hair Im gunna be a babe

[noctuharriess]

My hair is growing so fast braids here I come 🤠

[that-scorpio]

Only picture I could get of last night

[flojouno]

now i’m thinking about hair. i never had black friends growing up. didn’t have a black classmate until freshman of high school, then moved to a different school with no black students in sophomore year. hell i didn’t even have black online friends. now i have more black online friends (i don’t leave the house so black irls is tricky) and even THEN im not very close to them.

so my experience with my blackness has been centered by my family. my dads side is the worst cause my grandma hated black hair (given she grew up when our hair was called nappy and messy). she always complained when i wore it naturally. insulted me and constantly questioned when i’d get it “fixed”. my mom is from the islands so she appreciates it. she doesn’t understand how americans do their afros tho (she kinda just wets the hair and add oil and call it a day. no shaping or anything). i think my sister and cousin are the only ones who know how to take care of our hair! they both keep theirs really short.

i really like color and longer hair. i despise wearing wigs and weaves aren’t for me. it’s either dying my natural hair or braided extensions/other styles like locs or twists etc. i prolly do have more options but my mom does my hair.

it’s so fascinating to think about how other people get their hair done. friends always tell me about how they got their hair cut, dyed and fixed up in salons and barbers. it’s so fascinating and it’s like. a few hour process!! or less!! mine is like a whole weekend thing. never is a one day thing. never. cut the braids shorter, take the braids out, detangle then wash well, and prepare to braid. that alone takes most the day for me. plus my mom does it alone 9/10 of the time. she works on her feet all day so she needs more breaks, we don’t have good spots to have us both sitting while she does it, and taking out my own hair is awful and nearly impossible. do you know how tiring it is to fiddle with the top of your head for hours? that’s a whole workout right there! i can only do so much!

by the time my hair is washed and detangled again i’m exhausted. so is my mom. we usually continue it for the next day. preparing my hair and then braiding. i never learned to braid when i was younger so learning now isn’t ideal on my own head. but my mom and sister help which im so grateful for. i used to be so tender headed when i was little but my mom stopped yanking my hair as hard and now i can handle it better. a lot of my memories are sitting in the chair in front of my mom, me sleeping or on my laptop/listening to music on my phone, while my mom watches her shows. i have thick tight curls and my hair is getting longer each time i take out my braids (which is good since my hair had grown super slow my whole life. i blame all the relaxing and straightening). so getting each braid in is hell.

of course it’s also being braided with the fake hair. whatever color i wanted, and now im getting more creative with the styles! making bangs or putting beads or leaving the ends open or braiding all the way down with charms and stuff. it’s the best way i can do to express myself! it’s my hair! it takes time and effort and work to get my hair done. i’m stuck with it for a while so i better like how it ends! having my hair braided makes my life so much easier, especially since i’ve had depression since 10 years old. it’s been a struggle to take care of myself at all, so having the huge HUGE possibility of my hair getting knotted and matted and dirty was also right around the corner. braiding has been my savior.

not sure what this post is but i like talking about my hair :3 don’t get a lot of chances too. i never realized how much my hair means to me.