Several years ago when I was single and living in Washington, DC, I reconnected with a friend from middle school on social media who had moved away from my hometown many years ago. He was one of the people I can remember being most myself around and our little misfit friend group was comprised of several untamed lovelies who are still some of my favorite wild and wonderful people to this day.
I definitely remember not liking the hair brushing as well as the poofy poof my hair would become in the rain. There was no taming it! I love you too!!
I remember tackling that wild hair. It was big and curly and thick and fine. Impossible to tame. You did not like to have it brushed because it was tangled. If it was damp outside, it became a foot high Afro. We loved our wild child with the wild hair. Still do♥️