You should know, I barely ever style my natural hair. Why? Because it never adheres to the rules. Curling custards barely ever curl it, gels need the grace of God to lay it down and it defies gravity by standing up straight most times. This is why I have embraced the pineapple/high puff as my go-to hairstyle. But one day I decided to do a braid out so I can flaunt my styled mane on the gram. Who sent me?


So one fateful Thursday evening several months ago, I decided to do a braid out despite being exhausted from lectures and my nightly reading. I told myself that tomorrow will be the day that my hair will behave itself and slay all my imaginary haters. With heavy eyes and exhausted joints, I sectioned my hair, detangled it, applied leave in conditioner, sealed my hair with an oil and braided it into at least 10 single plaits. I wore my satin bonnet and went to bed happy and content. I even planned my outfit in my sleep and told myself I will wake up early so I can wear makeup to my 8am lecture.


Next morning, I woke up in good time and had my bath on time so I could have enough time to do my hair and makeup. I decided to do my hair first because I can do a full face of makeup in less than 20 minutes if I want to. That was my first mistake. I put some oil on my fingers and started to loosen each plait slowly so I don't tamper with the perfection I thought I created. The hair was looking okay and I was excited. As I moved from the back plaits to the front plaits, I noticed the back "curls" were losing definition and becoming loose waves. By the time I was done loosening all the plaits, I knew that I had wasted my time the night before.


My hair was one large kinky puff. I was just staring at my hair in the mirror, my hair was looking back at me. Thankfully, the plaits made my hair stretch so I was able to section my hair and pack most of the hair to the back in a low bun. Then I used bobby pins and wisdom to pin some hair forward so it will look like a style. The front actually held some definition for like 15 minutes before it became a rebel. I just let it fly like that because I cannot come and die because of hair. Oh, and I didn't wear makeup that day.


Funny enough, I got compliments on my hair throughout that day, especially my length. I guess it all worked out lol.

That's my short rant lol. Tell me your funny bad hair day stories in the comment section below.

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True humility and fear of the Lord lead to riches, honor and long life.

Proverbs 22:4(NLT)