That day i went to the salon 2 have my weave put on i was so excited. I'd just left work and barely managed 2 make it 2 the salon before time. After 2 hours my head was looking fantastic. Now a wk later i just keep feeling like scratching inbetween the lines i was braided, not forgetting the heat i feel there. My pursuit for beauty leaves me feeling like tearing it all off and walking with my head looking like am a mad woman. But i wont, the compliments i get plus how smart i look makes me feel hot n i will bear the itch. That is the burden that we black women not blessed with silky soft hair endure.