People, places, things---they just don't irk me or my high puff. We sit. We play. We chill.
Until that one time they came for my edges.
So here's the story:
I posted this volume check pic on social media with the caption: "Progress"
Less than 30 seconds later someone wrote:
"I can tell especially the edges"
Hold up bruh...
I had to look at what I posted again...just to make sure that I wasn't tripping. That some trolling computer gremlin hadn't switched up my post with somethang cray cray.
Nope...no gremlins, no glitches, no vampires...no mistake.
That comment was meant for ME...and MY EDGES...
Then I am like...DID HE JUST COME FOR MY EDGES???
Nah...He couldn't have come for my edges...
That before pic doesn't have edges laid by the GAWDS.
Those sideburns won't swooped for days.
There ain't nothing sleek or slick about it..
But honey, I'd rather have thick full frizzy edges than not have any at all.
Yes...THAT was a READ.
The worse part:
After his rude boi unmerited shady comment...
I got a TON of questions asking how I grew back my edges...
I politely answered, reiterating that won't nothing wrong with my edges before here's a link to my regimen, be blessed and highly favored blah blah...
But I'm still kinda salty.
When did slayed and laid edges become that IT thing? Do my baby hairs have to be sleek and slick in order to sit at the healthy hair table? Is that what we consider progress? And does that mean that if you don't---folks have the right to come at you for your edges?
I'm just not feelin it. And for my laid edge social media quality control brotha...
I don't wanna sit at ya table cuz you mean and rude anyway...
Whew...Glad to get that off my chest.
Now I'm gonna go play in the rainbow glitter and positive pixie dust storm that that unicorns left in the backyard.
What's your take on "laid edges?"