August 5, 2019
My hair has grown so long in the last year, that it now hangs below my nipples. I can use my dark locks to hide my nipple piercings, and if I tip my head back, it even touches my ass now. My soft tresses grow fast, and thick, in spite of their numbers. The length of my layers is still thick, despite its shaggy cut that leaves it to curl in disobedient waves. I've straightened my hair today, but it twirls around the curves of my naked body anyways, spiraling out of control as I shift it to pose. It cascades down my back in layers that form a point at the very bottom of my spine. You could run your fingers through my dense hair, feeling it grip and then slip away like heavy silk. Fingering the lengths of my ends, I pull on my hair to show how long it really is when it's fully straightened out. I toss my head and shake out the thick weight of it all, letting it fall where it may. My long, black hair is barely held back by a curl of bobby pins. It grows so fast and thick, that I can only wear it down for special occasions like this now.