Perhaps I had the wrong idea about my twists. After all the work that I did, I was more focused on the great moment of undoing them and having cute curls. I don’t think I appreciated the “cocoon” stage that my hair was in while in twists. I think I failed to understand that twists themselves are just as pretty as twists outs.
After I trimmed all of my twists, I hopped into the shower and got my hair wet. That was a bit of a mistake, because some of them started to unravel at the ends. I towel dried and went to bed with a satin cap and flattened my hair a lot. By the time I work up and took them down, the result was not very impressive at all. At least not “butterfly” enough to take a picture of. I kind of wished I could go back to my “cocoon” stage.
I feel like there might be a grander metaphor in there somewhere.