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Bye Bye Locs

I failed at keeping my Locs... started around 6 last night  taking them out. I worked on them until 1:30 in the morning and started again at 8 this morning. If I had waited another week I wouldn't of been able to get them out - it was a long and difficult process with a lot of hair loss, but I did it!

No more Locs
As much as I love the look I just don't have the patience for all the stages that my hair needed to go through. Yesterday was a I hate my hair day and I knew I was on the verge of making the decision to stop the process, so I sent a text to my friend Eric telling him that I hate my hair. He asked me how long it had been and I replied, "2 weeks." He told me that was about the time when it gets difficult but for me to be patient. Well, patience has never been one of my strong points.

So here I am again still doing the natural thing, but no locs.

Have a beautiful Sunday!


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