I feel like a new born baby learning a new word. Right, impossible. I mean the last time I started this journey was in 2003, so I am lost. It’s been nearly six months now and I have seen a significant but yet insignificant amount of loc cultivation. It started with the swirly-strange looking two-strands. Then over time, the two-strands became one strands, bumpy, fat, puffy, and most of all, outrageously frizzy. Ugh, let me tell you how much of a disdain I have for frizz.
Okay, fast forward to month five, today. I feel the loc pattern and texture starting to take shape. I can say that I am a bit apprehensive since I am unsure as to how my locs will turn out. Let’s face it, I have 77 locs now as opposed to my first loc journey, 150. A big change and much thinner look, in my opinion.
I wouldn’t say that I am appreciating this experience as much as I did the other. Maybe I decided to loc for the wrong reasons. Maybe I didn’t. Time will tell. I wanted the instant loc look without the time and patience required. What was I thinking? My locs are still in the awkward, stage but all in all, I’m learning more and more to accept my beauty for what it is. Beauty.
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