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A Natural Nightmare!

Why is it so much work to maintain natural hair? I now understand why my mother chose to chemicalize my hair. This stuff is crazy! I don't know if I thought it would be easy, but I never imagined it would be this hard.

I thought pressing would be a good thing. And it is. I love the way my hair feels, and I know how to handle it because it's a lot like dealing with a relaxer. However, without the chemicals, this hair will revert the minute it's introduced to sweat. Since I'm working on getting my very own version of Beyonce's body, that could pose a problem.

To combat that, I thought I'd try to wear my hair in its curly state. That's where the problems began to appear. See, if it had all been extra curly, I would've been okay. What I wasn't ready for was the Mane of Many Textures.

This Mane of Many Textures has plenty of curly areas, but the ones that wearing me out are the straight ones. Yes, I said straight. The very back of my hair and some points in the middle have decided that being curly is a waste of time. Instead, they just lay there and mock my efforts to blend them in with their kinky neighbors.

I never expected to deal with this problem. Now I'm trying to figure out what to do. Any suggestions would be welcomed...

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