I've been debating with myself for a long time on whether or not to write about this, but I feel the time has come. Isn't a blog for that anyway? Sharing what's on your mind and how you're doing? That's probably the reason I've struggling to write something lately. I've been trying to do something amusing rather what is actively on my mind.
I hate my hair.
There I said it. Half of you gasping right now. Somebody is probably shaking their head and saying, oh SWB.
But I hate my hair.
It has never been long, flowing, or even down to my shoulders. It's frizzy, curly, and short.
And the curls make absolutely no sense. The roots are a mass of frizz, the middles are spirals, and the ends are wavy. It's stiff and dry and breaks easily.
My hair is a lot like a slinky. Whenever I wake up my hair is all packed down and stiff. I have to rinse it out every morning to get it to uncoil a little. And even after it dries it shrinks again.
I have a limited number of hairstyles available if I don't straighten my hair. I like to have my hair frame my face, so any type of braid, cornrow, or twist is out of the question. Dreadlocks are permanent. So all I have is my little pseudo-fro.
And you know something else? I do NOT appreciate people ogling at my hair. Just because it's something different doesn't mean it's something to be stared at. When people come up to me, play around in my hair like a monkey looking for bugs, and effectively re-frizz my hair, saying "afros are already messy" is not cute, charming, funny, or informing in anyway what so ever. Having people stick their hands my in hair and comparing my head to sheep is not fun. It's a lot like going up to someone who you recently noticed has braces and sticking your hands in their mouth and then saying, "Take a look at those railroad tracks!"
Also, I don't appreciate it when people stare at my hair when they are talking to me. You know who you are.
Could people please stop coming up with new adjectives for my hair? Here is a short list of some of the things people have called it:
wild
mysterious
unkempt
frizzy
dense
wooly
kinky
nappy
baldheaded (an urban phrase for "very short")
and many, many more
I just do not like my hair. Though I'm sure, almost every person at one point in their lives has hated the texture of their hair.
But I've always hated my hair. Most because it's short. Partially because it's curly.
But I really hate my short hair. Which isn't to mean that I hate all hair that isn't long. I know plenty of people who look absolutely lovely with not-long hair. Well, not plenty of people, because the majority of the people that I know are women with long hair. But you catch the drift. And I also say not-long hair because shoulder length is not short, at least not for me.
Perhaps I should elaborate more. I hate my hair when it's short and curly. I actually like my hair when it's short and straight. It's smooth, it looks longer, it's softer, and easier to style. When my hair is curly I can't help but feel like a black Orphan Annie.
I feel naked without my hair straight. My neck, ears, and forehead are all bare and I feel as though I'm exposing myself to the world.
My hair is not fuzzy wonderland for people's hands to frolic around in, in some sort of frenzied delight. My head is not a plaything, and come Monday, will not be treated as such. Now that I have that off my chest, it's nice to know that I don't have to tell this to people one by one that "Yes, I will find my tap-shoes and kick you in the shin at your earliest convenience the next time you give me an unwarranted scalp massage."
It's all rather irritating.
It's nice to vent.
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