… go together like bare feet and broken glass.
It’s been raining off and on these last couple of days. And when it’s not raining, the air is so heavy with moisture that taking a breath outside feels like sucking on a damp sponge. Needless to say, my curly hair has been fro’ing out like nobody’s business.
Now that I’m trying to get a handle on my anxiety, I often make short-distance trips to the grocery or wherever and have had to start putting effort into my appearance (so as not to scare the public). Used to be, I’d rock my Mufasa mane and not give two shits because chances were I wouldn’t be seen by anyone. But I’ve recently been given to pulling my long-ish hair up into a bun in an attempt to contain/conceal the humidity-induced frizz. Then I ripped off Gee’s style and added a bandana.