A couple of years ago I lived in a small student town in Belgium. During the school term, it would bustle with young people. I would walk its cobblestoned streets and half of the people I passed by were students from the university. And I would say about a sixth of those people had dreadlocks.
I learned to love dreads that year. I wanted them so much. But I wasn’t brave enough, or comfortable enough in my own skin to even consider it seriously.
Here’s what I used to look like:
I’m still getting used to them. They’re new, so they stick out a lot (look again at that lion’s mane in the first picture!) and there’s a lot of frizz going on. But it’s lovely not having to fuss with my hair (not that I did much anyway) and that I won’t have to worry about not being able to wash my hair every day on the trip – dreads don’t like that anyway!
In case you’re wondering, Steve likes them too 🙂