Curly, a snippet

Yes I have curly locks but first, a little background briefing if you don’t mind.

As early as I can remember, I had thick STRAIGHT locks (still in denial eh?) I would comb it 100 strokes per day. I would feel it with my hands, gazing at it from the mirror, letting it shine with the fluorescent’s glow. Oh how I clearly remember the feeling. It was just pure cloud 9…

Then the curse started to creep in (I was still bitter), when I was 9. I did not really notice this immediately, the transition was very gradual. The hair stylist would always have this remark about my hair being very thick, and hard to manage, that I have bad hair. It was not straight but was not curly too (scratching head). In short, it was a chunk of messy frizz!

I did not mind it, I thought thick hair was (still is) a blessing, and the unmanageable part was just because he does not know how to manage it. But his discouraging voice started to bother me.I did not realize it until most hair stylists comment that my hair will always be frizzy  and that I have the bad hair, that I did not get the beautiful healthy waves of my mother. Any salon that I go to, I have these similar comments. That I couldn’t wear my hair shoulder length anymore because it can’t be tamed and the only way is to wear it with a ponytail. That it was sot thick it goes east-west direction. That I need to have it straightened. And all the other blahs blahs. Because of this, I dread the time when I really have to go to a salon.

I did not see it as frizzy then, I just thought it went really really thick because of buyag. Well for my case it is not a ‘good’ thick anymore but a ‘bad’ thick. I also thought this has something to do with going through adolescence stage. But what the heck, it is none  but my pure GENES, oh so fine genes, just serving its simple role.

Well now you have a snippet of the start of my agony. For what I have gone through my denial as a curly girl, I will have it in my next post. There is just too much drama in it (for me anyway). I just want to pour out all my emotions. I know it sounds lame and vain and shallow, but as a little girl it was deeply embarrassing, a source of my low self-esteem. (drama queen huh?)

But worry not, for now I have nothing but pure enjoyment and sincere gratitude to the curliest of my mane and to the waviest of them all. I love my kulots!

 

 

Buyag – a belief that when someone compliments you too much, it will take away the good thing.

Kulot – curly