I always come across these "reasons for deciding to dread" and I always think...do I even have a reason? I have always admired the look, low maintenance, and general idea of dreadlocks. I have wanted them for close to 10 years now. I even tried when I was younger, my mom kept coming my hair out. It was so discouraging, I would tell her I wanted them, let my hair get all crazy and my friends would even try to help me make my hair look like dreads, although we didn't have a clue what we were doing. Then my mom would freak and violently comb my hair until it was straight again. She also encouraged me to dye it blonde...until I started to shave my head at one point, only to be stopped by friends. My friends would braid my whole head for me at times, and this was close, but not dreads. Finally, Iwent to a salon when I was a junior in high school and got it dyed in strips of red, bleach blonde, dark brown, until it looked like bright ribbon candy. My parents loved it. Odd, so I kept on with this changing the colors of the strips every few months until I pretty much killed my hair. I let it grow out, donated 13 inches, once it was natural in color, to locks of love a few years ago, grew it out again with no dye, and here I am. A little over a month after my 25th birthday I was home alone in my apartment and found myself twisting and ripping my hair. I had a crazy life, I have always felt it has shown on me, now my hair is crazy and beautiful and I wouldn't change a thing. I told SE when I first found this site that dreadlocks are a perfect metaphor for life, lumps, bumps, loops, crazy twists and turns, and so on. Sorry for the length, i'll wrap this up now.
I've never been a material girl, or one to fuss over style. I think I was always looking to express myself how I wanted to, not how anyone else wanted me to. Now I can and I will. Not work, or family, or society can stop me, I am me, even if I am crazy, and I love it.