Hi my group. My name is Karen and I am a weave’oholic. Let me start from the beginning. It all begin when I started middle school. I had recently joined the cheer leading squad and I was now starting to take more pride in my appearance. My wardrobe changed, my shoe game changed and of course my hair and nails game changed. After all I was a blossoming young lady and I was feeling myself.

Confessions of a Hair Weave’oholic

I got my first “hit” of hair extensions when I had to cheer for the first game of the season. I will never forget, the coach required all the girls to have long spiral curled ponytails with a large blue ribbon to match the uniform. Needless to say, I was ecstatic! After all I had been watching my favorite celebrities on TV with long beautiful hair and I wanted some of “that”. I had been begging my mom all summer to allow me to try a more grown up style, like a French roll or tuck. But she wasn’t having it. Finally she agreed to the ponytail and compromised because my hairstylist assured her it would be age appropriate.

My mouth dropped to the floor when my stylist spun me around to the mirror so I can see myself for the first time with hair extensions. My mouth almost jumped out of the chair. I was in love and could not wait to show off my new hair style. I cannot begin to express how good I felt and how my self-confidence shot through the roof. You could not tell me I wasn’t the bee’s knees (whatever that means).

 I slung that ponytail so hard from left to right, I’m surprised I didn’t develop permanent whiplash from all the head tossing I did. I loved every long beautiful inch of that ponytail. Don’t get me wrong. I was not a bald headed little girl. I had hair. I had nice hair. But it wasn’t long and glamorous like this spiral curled ponytail. I fell in love with the idea of having long silky hair just like the woman I admired so much from the movies, TV shows and my favorite R&B groups. At an early age I recognized (this ponytail) came me a little extra umph.  For some reason I felt more attractive…… And pretty.

At this point I did not realize I was embarking on the beginning stages of being addicted to weave, I just knew, I loved what I saw and how I felt with hair extensions.