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:: Me and Sofia::


So on a random Wednesday I decided to get together with my friends and get a weave.
Whatever.
I've been trying to grow my hair out for like 6 months now, and it just doesnt seem to be getting anywhere.
I always wanted long,beautiful, Kim Kardashian hair. With the waves, and the silkiness and all that.

So as my friends and I discussed men, kids, life, etc...Sofia got sewn into my scalp.

I named her Sofia because literally, it feels like a foreign object has invaded my head space. Like I have the hair of some beautiful Italian woman mixed in with my own half-bred nappiness. lol

So Sofia and I have had a few good days. We went to the mall. We went up to New York. I wore a little beret to the museum with her,to keep her warm.

The most ironic thing about Sofia, is that she was purchased to make me feel more beautiful. To boost my self-esteem. I thought long hair was the key to feeling sexy and attractive and Playboy bunny of the month like.
But quite the opposite has happened.
I feel fraudulent.
I keep checking to make sure my tracks aren't showing.
I look at other peoples expressions to see if they think it's real or not.
She's shedding everywhere.
I've been the most unwelcoming host to her. I've brushed her all crazy, never wrapped her before sleep, pulled, curled, sprayed, straightened.
Everything you're not supposed to do. As if she was just real hair.
She's now a tangled mess.
I really don't even feel like myself.
I feel like a cheap airbrushed photo of myself on a dating website.
Trying to give this "illusion" of something amazing.
But don't get too close, and don't touch. And please don't pull.

So this is going to come out soon. And I've learned my lesson.
Beauty can't be bought.
Beauty simply is.

Comments

  1. JedimindtrikJanuary 15, 2010 at 12:59 PM

    Bravo

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  2. Curvy JonesJanuary 16, 2010 at 12:55 PM

    "Beauty can't be bought.
    Beauty simply is.

    What a great quote. And so true. I decided a few years ago that I would stop wearing weaves and start taking care of my real hair. It took a while but my hair, when it's done well, now looks like the weaves I used to wear. Good thing I never wore anything too out there. :)

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  3. UnknownJuly 11, 2012 at 3:33 PM

    U can buy it, but it won't last

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