Okay, so let me go on and admit my guilt. I twisted my hair. Now, let me be clear. It was because I was unable to keep my hair moist and I started noticing breakage. My hair is not very thick to start with, so that last thing I need is breakage. Well, maybe breakage is a little dramatic, but there was shedding and as a long time locker I am not accustomed to seeing that. It made me quite uncomfortable. I will, however, give this another shot in the spring, summer, and fall (I am a descendent of a tropical people, so my genetic code is for warm weather. LOL). My intention is to twist when the weather is cold and freeform when the weather is nice. I know, it sounds a little indecisive. Maybe even a little double minded, but there is a method to my madness.
WARNING: Whining is about to begin.
I do not like my hair twisted. I liked my puffy roots. I liked my hair doing whatever it pleased. I don't like this at all. Look at my scalp. I look bald. Probably, because I haven't seen my scalp in so long, but still. The "Plucked Chicken" look is not sexy. I feel really stuck right now. I know that a lot of people are going to be really happy to see what seems to be a change of mind, but WAIT! It's not so. I will be a nappy headed little black child again. My hair apparently hates winter, and this is simply a protective measure.
Okay, I'm finished. Now comfort me in my time of grief at the loss of my roots.
Oh, and as for the blemish on my forehead. I am a picker. I indeed made a mountain out of a mole hill. It was a teeny barely noticeable bump...until I noticed it. I messed and wasn't satisfied until I had a mark on my face. After I made the mark, I felt like an addict that just fell of the bandwagon. Y'all pray for me, I need help. Now, we can see if this stuff (OCM) helps to get rid of marks too.
Okay, now you may resume comforting me.