I cut my hair short 9 months ago because I was joining the Air Force Reserve and I figured I should cut it and style it in a cute way before they give me a butch cut at boot camp. I ended up donating my 11 inches of hair to Locks of Love. Basically, I did that for no reason because Dave made me quit the Air Force when I met him because he didn't want me gone for long periods of time. I wanted my long hair back.
I went to Atlanta to have my hair extensions done for the first time by this girl named Kamil. I love her name. I've decided to name my daughter Kamila Belle like the actress except with a 'K' and one 'L'. Anyway, I made the mistake of telling her that it was my first time having extensions done so she suggested that I do Fusion extensions, like the celebrities. Fusion extensions are 20 strands of hair held together at the end with a small ball of wax that gets melted onto the root of your existing hair. That sounded time consuming, painful, expensive and permanent so she then suggested I get a weave since I want the option to take it out easily. She leaves the hair on my crown, the hair framing my face and the hair on the nape of my neck, free so I can tie it up if I want to. She then braids the rest of my hair up in thick half inch cornrolls. At this point, I'm kind of weary about the whole situation because I did a little research about weaves and this wasn't how I pictured it. She continues to sew on like 10 tracts of hair and SIX HOURS LATER, I paid her $300 and went on my way. The entire night and rest of the next day, I had headaches, my scalp felt itchy, pulled and sore, I looked like I had a face lift done. It especially hurt near the temples of my head. I return home to Florida.
Dave picked me up from the airport, he didn't say anything about my long hair. When we got home, he tried to touch my hair while we were kissing and I kept pushing his hand away because the braids felt like a lumpy helmet on the back of my head and it made me really uncomfortable as I thought about what was going through his mind. Dave offered to help me take it off and after a few hours, I decided that I would rather have ugly short hair than live in misery for the sake of vanity. We stayed up until 2AM yanking out the stitches with nose hair clippers and unbraiding my frizzy hair. I looked like a lion when we finished and my scalp was so sore. I used half a bottle of conditioner in the shower.
The next day, I decided to try again so I went to a local hair salon that does hair extensions. This time, I was very vocal about what I wanted and didn't let them do what they thought was best. I told her I wanted five tracts and I want the braids to be ultra thin and to not go above my ears. I wanted her to braid a row, sew on the hair, cover it with a layer of my real hair and repeat. She did exactly as I asked and it only cost $75 this time. Lesson learned, do research on everything before you have it done.
My hair done the right way. It's curled here but I usually wear it straight:
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