To quote my tweet from earlier, why won't my hair let me be great? I've heard (from both my hairdresser/loctician and dreaded-up friends) that before my hair situation gets better, it'll get worse. UGH. Two more weeks until I see Amanda again.
Here I've retwisted the roots of my hair/twists/coils/whatever-you-wanna-call-ems with some water and shea butter and pinned them in place so they stick, hopefully, and don't unravel.
