I've been thinking about getting box braids, you know, getting my Brandy on. I mean if it's worked for her for the past 20 odd years, it's gotta be doing something right, right? But it's so 90s I find myself screaming. Is it? The chick in the picture above is my lil' sister but regardless of that, she's giving me LIFE with this look!
My luscious 'fro is awesome! I love it and apparently so do most people. But I'm a little concerned that its growth and maybe health might not be at its peak because of wearing it out so much. There's loads of talk about 'protective stylin' and the benefits of giving your natural hair a break from the stresses of day to day life and the weather etc, but until now, I haven't given it much thought.
Also, the weather is so unpredictable. It doesn't matter what season we're in, the weather just does what it wants and my hair has to just handle it's business like a bawse. I've been toying with the idea since my birthday. I was born in Spring and it always gets me itching to change things up a bit and a new hairstyle could be just the thing.
But I'm gonna be honest. The other big concern that is actually holding me back is what the hell I'll look like with Box braids. I've had braids before. I was around 14 and my best friend's mum offered to do them for me. Nine hours or so later, there they were. I remember loving them, but I think the love scale can look a little blurry after nine hours of anything and frankly a ball 'ed (bald head) might have brought me equal joy.
I usually picture most things in my head before they have happened and a Box braid style is no different, apart from the fact that there is already a picture firmly placed in my mind. All I can think about is the one school photo (nowhere to be found now) of me that captured this era. Perhaps it was the pencil thin eyebrows, or maybe the Rimmel Black Cherry lipstick and lip liner, the deathly pale face? Whatever it was I looked like I had escaped from someone's basement and was on my way to audition for a prison series. Hair is just hair, but it's also pretty damn important too.
Am I vain? Erm, yeah. I guess this post says so. But excuse me if, in exchange for a day of my life, I do expect to feel like a badass and look ON fleek.
Playing with your look is something I advocate, but a big part of me thinks I should just leave the 90s look, well, erm, in the 90s. I'm a little nervous to take the plunge, holla at your girl and share some of your braid pics or wise words with me will ya.