:who is sugar: nappy head and artists of sorts

I get up early. Wash and blow dry my hair. Head to Dre’s house. We go to his barber. I sat in the chair and the barber asks me if I’m sure. I said yeah! A lady who was sitting there gives me a look as if I was being blasphemous. She was appalled that I would cut off 20 inches of hair. Dre did the honors and cut the first piece. No turning back now. Well I could have but how would I explain the plug of hair missing in the front of my head. 20 min later I have ½ inch of hair. I ran my finger though it before it was completely shaped yet and the barber was like STOP TOUCHING YOUR HAIR . I’M NOT FINISHED YET. I couldn’t help it I just had to touch it. And it was beautiful. And I have a nice shaped head! I loved it. The barber said I looked good with or without hair. Dre said I looked younger! I was loving it. I never thought I had long hair, but my hair was looking mighty long on the floor!

Fast Forward several hours. My mama couldn’t stop looking at me. She stared at me for about 45 min straight. She was really starting to unnerve me. I was frayed! Had I been a piece of silk I would have been an interwoven mess.

I like the shape of my head.

*WOW*

Day 2

Um, being that it’s December...it just a little cold! My head is freezing! When I did the big cut (I like saying/typing that by the way) I didn’t factor in the weather. I know most folk cut their hair in the spring/summer time. However, when you have to go...you have to go. Hair has awesome insulating properties. I then went out looking for a hat to wear. Not successful at all. Most of the hats were ugly and had the nerve to have a ball on the top of it. But not a regular ball (what ever that means) but a ball that had been injected with hormones. I’m a grown women. What I look like? I’m still feeling strange. My mama made some suggestions. You must wear big hoop earrings and makeup to avoid that whole boy look. No thanks I like the way I look.

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Day 3

Still obsessed with my hair. I’m starting to think I have a problem. I thought the rule was 14 days for a habit to form. Well I have it BBBBAAAAAADDDDD! It would be equivalent to me growing a penis or big breasts. I can’t stop playing with it. Now my head is sore and I cant sleep.

Day 4

Sleep deprived because of my hair. How does one go from being sleep deprived because you don’t want to mess your hair up to being sleep deprived because you can’t keep your fingers out of your hair. I feel almost vain. I haven’t showed myself this much attention since the time I burned my self with the curling iron and I was trying to “cover it up”. My hair is now the topic of discussion. I can’t help it. It’s such a novelty to me and I have been taking pictures galore.

Day 5

When you don’t have the luxury of hiding behind something you must make it presentable. Skin and eyebrows! So according to a source I was looking like a neglected unicorn!

Day6

Wow! Yes, I’m still at it. All this writing/documenting seems a bit organized. Huh? It’s kind of hard to type and play in your hair. Something profound dawned on me today. Where’s my hair (said like the 80's Wendy’s Where the beef lady)? I don’t mean the hair on my head but the hair that would be in the bathtub, sink, bathroom floor, brush, comb, car, etc. When I had lots of hair I used to shed like crazy. It’s a wonder I had any hair at all. I did find a few tiny strands of hair. I laughed because those were the first 3 hairs I’d seen since I had the big cut! This totally unrelated but not really. I’ve started to attract an entirely different person. IT’S CRAZY!. I’ve found this entire experience interesting.

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