On the other hand, I can relax my hair, add a few hair extensions (okay LOTS of extensions) and transform my 10 outfits—in my opinion— from cute to fabulous just by virtue of adding longer, more voluminous locks on my head. It’s not a personal hatred of one’s self – it’s a preference…a desired look.
Don’t let it offend you; if you feel more at peace and ‘real’ when you pat your ‘fro, don’t for one second be taken aback when I pat my weave. You see, my weave is an accessory. You may wear a bold Egyptian neck piece with your long, flowing maxi dress. I wear my weave. You may strut down the street in the latest CL pumps and Prada clutch. I strut my weave. Your arms are toned, your hair is cropped, you know no bounds.
My arms are not so toned, my long weave act as a bicep cover up. I forget to wear a bra, my weave acts as a shield to my headlights. Point is: so long as clothing and shoes are required in public places, expect me to accessorize as I please. My weave is here to stay.