Here I am, approximately two months after I stopped combing my hair. My baby dreads are progressing quite well, the majority of my strands are at least knotted at the end and well defined. Three or four folded onto themselves, resulting in shrinking and massive knotting, a process I first considered with some apprehension.
But now, I must admit those have become my favorite. I like their density, the feeling under my fingers, how they're shorter than their less developed sisters. I feel like wrapping them, decorating them, like to celebrate their rebirth. While looking at my hair today, I suddenly realised how weird untangle, fluffy hair would seem to me now. How heart breaking it would be to disentangle all those babies. Almost... what? unnatural, yes. A bit sad too... depriving them of the personality they are slowly gaining. I don't know how long this state of mind will last, but right now, I feel like there is no way I ever regret dreading