• Joachim Figueroa posted an update 1 month, 1 week ago

    When I was obviously a child, my hair was actually a nuisance. It tangled easily and so i hated it when my mother got me to sit still for which looked like hours so she could comb it out. The comb would catch a knot and pull at my scalp, bringing tears to my eyes and howls of protests. A whole lot worse, strangers we met in the street wanted to run their fingers through my hair. I still detest my kindergarten teacher because she would comb my curls together with her fingers every morning as i arrived for class. I became really good at hiding behind other children if we entered the entrance, in an attempt to elude her keen eyes.Being a teenager, my curly hair was the bane of my existence. I desperately wanted silky long straight hair like my girlfriends. They wore shoulder-length bobs that appeared to float inside the wind, silky strands of (mostly) blond beauty i always coveted with all of my being. Or they pulled their hair back smooth pony tails that bounced gracefully with every step they took.My hair was really a mess of thick ringlets, each coil doing what it really wished to do – bouncing off in the direction i always had no control over. At some time, I grew a pony tail, pulling it back as straight as I could, holding my breath and clenching my teeth versus the pain as I pulled the strands back as hard because i could. I needed bangs like my pals thus i would smooth globs of hair product in my bangs, tape them down across my forehead and paste them available together with the hair drier. When I removed the tape, the bangs stayed where these folks were, thick strands of dark brown spaghetti plastered across my forehead.But alas! In the hour the first hairs would learn to escape the ponytail, falling in curly whorls across my cheeks. By mid-morning, more curls would join them, some choosing to head up, down or across. Regarding the time I sat down for lunch, the glue on my small bangs gives way and they would bounce upwards to join the remainder of my curly mop. After I finally cut off the ponytail and went back to curly bob, my girlfriends sighed in relief and said just how much better I looked.As being a young adult, I not just stumbled on terms with my curly hair but learned to savor it for any easy care it provided me. I kept it short and called it “wash and wear” hair. I even started to benefit from the compliments I might get from other women in my easy care hair. I Then delivered a daughter who has been born with red curls. As soon as the nurse brought her if you ask me, she had tied a blue ribbon around some of the top curls and she was, unquestionably, the most beautiful child within the nursery. I forgot about my early fight with my curls and was unprepared when she reached her teens and began the exact same odyssey that we had endured.Like me, she fought her curls and worked even harder than I needed at looking to tame her hair and force it into your long straight styles of her classmates. And similar to me, she was really a young adult before she realized how beautiful her strawberry blonde ringlets were and started to permit the curls to cascade to her shoulders in a natural way that, to this particular day, elicits words of admiration from friends, family and strangers.Now she has a daughter, our granddaughter, who turned eight a week ago. And yes, she has wavy hair you will find, she hates it. However, our granddaughter (“S”) is part African-American so her curls are tighter than her mother’s and her grandmother’s and her hair provides a different texture. It tangles easily which is difficult to comb out. And, you guessed it, she desperately wants long, smooth shoulder- length hair!My daughter has taken “S” towards the beauty shop several times in an effort to get her hair combed out however the experience has ended up with “S” in tears and her hair still in tangles. Finally my daughter brought her to your beauty shop who specializes in styling African-American women’s hair as well as her birthday, she had a consultation in the shop. And That I was invited along.First, the stylist had to acquire the knots out. This is a long, arduous procedure that involved taking a small clump of hair one at a time, spraying it with water and lotion and thoroughly hitting the gym the tangles. It took an hour or so and there were moments when we wondered if she’d be able to finish but by the end, she proved to be a trouper, placed in the chair by using a look of determination in her face. Then this stylist combed a conditioner through her hair along with her sit within the dryer for a half-hour. The next step was a shampoo. Finally, the stylist blow-dried her hair, then used a hot iron to smooth it, one small bunch each time. By this time, we has been inside the look for three hours!But the result was amazing. “S” slipped over the chair and checked out herself in the mirror. She had silky straight almost shoulder-length hair. When she twisted her head, your hair swung together with her. It absolutely was the hair that she, her mother and her grandmother had always desired having. She couldn’t stop considering her new hairdo in the mirror and that i didn’t blame her. “Who will be you and what do you have done with my granddaughter? I asked her.Naturally it won’t last. The primary bath, the very first shampoo and the curls will be back. She is going to be disappointed and ultimately will need to evaluate if she can visit terms together with the curls or maybe she is going to learn how to operate the hot iron and become happy to take the time to have her hair straight. However, I think she’s beautiful in spite of how she wears her hair. Having Said That I also recognize that she has to figure this out for herself.One big thing i learned during my afternoon within the beauty shop was just how many hours African-American women must spend to use their hair in a straight style. I watched a number of other ladies who were within the shop along with us (and were still there when we left) go through processes like my granddaughter to straighten their hair. And So I realize they are back in repeat the process in 2 weeks or even a month. We have a fresh appreciation when I see African- American women with straight hair so i wonder the things i would do if my hair were that curly. Furthermore, i wonder about women – everyone – and our battles using our hair! As well as for that, We have no answers. I only know I adore my daughter and my granddaughter with out hairstyle can change that!

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