I feel like I have a love/hate relationship with my hair. I love my length, I love that my hair is getting a little bit longer everyday, I love my hair just overall, but I can't stand having it in my face. I love the mystery and drama of it after I've had a relaxer or after I haven't worn it down in a long time, but after a day or two of it, I really just want it to get the hell out of my face. It feels like I'm walking through a jungle of hair or like I'm being attacked by a wild pack of shih tzus.
And I honestly think I've been like this since before my HHJ. I never feel like I've done a good job of flat ironing my hair when I do it, so I tend to stick to mostly ponytails, buns, and less frequently braidouts and bantu knot outs.