I divorced myself from wigs out of frustration. I love going out all night dancing with my perfect free flowing hair, but...

I hated putting it out with the cat when I got home.

You know, to air out the smell of cigarettes from the club.  

I love that, for the price of one weave, I could get three different styles, but I hated trying to camouflage  my own hair so much.  I needed more.  I needed hair that would move with me, hair that could be pulled, hell: I needed hair could be PARTED.

 I WANTED TO KNOW WHAT LIFE WAS LIKE WITHOUT A HEADBAND.

I needed braids.