Hair Envy
I don’t know about you guys, but growing up I had SERIOUS hair envy; with both friends and family. At school everyone had long hair and we’d sit on the floor cross-legged in assembly and finger-comb and braid the shiny hair of the girl in front. I used to day-dream about having my hair played with. I’m the youngest of 6 girls and remember wondering why I didn’t have my elder sister’s luscious locks, was it that I was born last that all the good stuff had ran out? There simply wasn’t enough left for me? Their hair was thick and long and listened to the rules of gravity, whereas mine was... well, something else. The sides were never long enough to be pulled to the back for a ponytail (well it wasn't a tail even, more a ponypoof) and by the end of the day it had shrunk so much that the thought of putting a comb through it had me closing my eyes and clenching my teeth in preparation. I remember putting my skirt on my head and pretending it was my hair. And when my mother went to work I’d find her weaves and wrap it around my head and pretend it was mine and make sure I put it back just how I found it before she came home. Even though I hated fish - I’d eat it because one of my sisters said it would make my hair grow. Needless to say when I didn’t see any results my relationship with fish ended rather abruptly. Have you ever been guilty of hair envy? what crazy things did you used to do to make yourself feel better about your hair?
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