15/10/2025
How I Washed My Hair in Space for 2 Days and It Refused to Comb
I donāt know who sent me, but I decided to wash my hair in space. Donāt ask me how I got there ā just know that the gravity was missing and so was my sense of judgment.
You know that feeling when you finally gather energy, mix your shampoo like itās a science experiment, and tell yourself āToday, I must wash this hair.ā Well, I did thatā¦ but somehow, after two whole days, my hair said āYou washed me, not tamed me.
I washed it on day one, let it air dry (because why not? Iām in āspace,ā right? woke up the next day feeling like a fresh new woman ā until I picked up my comb.
Thatās when the real battle began.
The comb went in with confidenceā¦ and came out with regret.
The more I tried, the more my hair said, āWe donāt know you.
It tangled, rolled, and locked itself like it signed a contract with the universe.
At one point, I just sat there looking at the mirror like, āIs this how astronauts cry?ā
My arms were tired, my spirit was weak, and my hair looked like it had seen things.
So I did what any normal person would do. I wrapped it in a scarf and told myself, āWeāll continue tomorrow.ā But tomorrow came, and the hair was still forming stronghold.
Honestly, washing hair as a woman should count as a full-time job. Because the way the hair can humble you after you think youāve done self-care is not small.
Now I understand why some people say, āJust loc it, sis.ā Because at this point, the hair has its own plan.
Anyway, if you ever see me wearing a scarf for two days straight, just know Iām not hiding Iām recovering from my space hair-washing mission.
Be honest, has your hair ever embarrased you too or just refused to c0mb for no reason?
