My new hairstyle
For
as long as I could remember I had always hate brushing my hair. As a
child,if my mom or my aunt or my grandmother wouldnt spend some time
brushing them, I could live with frizzy messy tangles forever and ever.
I guessed that’s the reason why I was never a pretty little girl with
braids or ponytails throughout my childhood.
It was either my mom or my aunt who took care of me when I was a
kid, kept my hair cropped as short as a boy’s because I had no interest
what so ever in keeping my hair neat, and I especially hate brushing my
own hair.
“You better comb your hair Diyana! Some days when
you are all grown up, you will regret having hideous hair just because
I never comb it when you were young!”
I was advised on the value of beautiful hair more than the
importance of doing my Maths homework. And I never did my Maths
homework. Back then in the late 80’s moms didnt know how the rebonding
technic could significantly reduce the usage of a hair brush.
Throughout primary school, I was very much a tomboy, I
remember when I was about ten, my aunt and I went in the children’s at
the departmental store to purchase me some panties, and the sales girl
recommended us little boys’ briefs. Yes I was mistaken for a boy so
many times, even after I sprouted boobies started to wear more feminine clothes.
When
I was 14 or 15 I finally let my hair grew long. But they were never
neat. I was still a tomboy and was interested in boys like an anorexic
in blueberry cheesecake. When I was 17, the singer Pink released her
first album. Right after SPM I had my hair exactly like hers. Minus the
color. I did dye them maroon once. Pink couldn’t match my skin tone.
But my mom thought I was devil worshipping so I dropped the prospect of
coloring my hair maroon and blonde. In stripes……………….
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