Curly hair…it’s not a weapon or a toy. (-me)
Curly hair…mine has driving me up the wall lately. I just needed to Share my experience. My mom was not a hairstylist but she always wanted to “fix” my hair. Both my mom and dad had curly hair but nothing like what I have. I think I got a double whammy while my sister had poker-straight hair. (She even got a perm for my wedding so that we’d “look alike”…she was 12 lol) Anyway, I had had “big curler” fix-its so that mom could stretch out my curls. She also bought me a curling iron…to straighten my hair (?). She also had used hair straightener chemicals suggested by the salon for “that type ” of tight curls owned “by women of another culture” (I may have been 16 but I knew what she was trying to say…). Anyway, my mom’s “last resort” was always reverting to…the scissors…and the “just let me cut it a little bit” moments. My 16 year picture for school was two days after that…um…er…yes, fiasco (mini Afro). It wasn’t what I was going for. We were supposed to be letting it grow out but my dad just kept calling me the “flying nun”. Wasn’t impressed.
As I got older, the many times I went to the salon and coming out with my brush to squish or flatten it down! Yikes! I hated everything to do with “hairdressers” at the time. For years, never went. I guess, nowadays, you could say I had PTSD with childhood curly hair. Lol. Then I tried again just after I got married, and I ended up cutting out a “little problem that couldn’t be pulled out of a hair ‘mask’ when they tried highlighting (yes, frosting!) my hair…crochet hooks didn’t work on curly hair. (Imagine that!) It’s only been the last two years that I’ve let a “hair person” touch my hair. Still always scared but I love it. Curly hair…isn’t a toy, people! Lol