so my locs are crawling! my hair is alive and my roots are branching out! notice the root on that three-pronger, and how my parts are pretty much nonexistent at this point! i love that my hair is teeming with life, and is doing its own thing. it is stretching and yawning and breathing and swelling. it is lurking and squirming and meshing and crawling. i am really enjoying the adventure that is delving through the understory to find the dragons and the combined locs, and the buds and the matted chunks to see what i find. part of me knows that with this growth and nattiness, i should likely start pulling them apart to denote individual locs (based on root structure...not on my dragoning ends).
okay, so i am really REALLY glad (for now) that i went ahead and colored my locs jet black, to restore them to (around) only two shades away from aunaturele because it (at least looks) healthier, is easier to see the growth and progress of meshing and matricing, and is more becoming and sexier. ahhh, back to black. notice how at the very tips of my hair, you will see what USED to be a complete, rounded sealed dreaddy that has now started unmeshing....and since this is happening, the natural combining process will be expedited. the little fuzzy hair ends can now re-mesh on their own into massive, stronger locs in solidarity. you can also see at my hair line where my new growth is creeping towards my forehead. its as almost as if my hairline is creeping back the hands of time and i am returning to youth. on a less metaphorical note, i have noticed that, since i stopped relaxing my hair, i have had more growth, and more branching, crawling growthg at that...as if the relaxers were eating away at my hairline. i was aging before my time; but youth, here i am. i welcome you with open arms.
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