I’d just tuned fifteen and I couldn’t wait to get my hair straightened. I had been asking my mom to do it for like two years prior and finally she agreed.
I had this idea in my head that if I got it straightened it would have given me more confidence and made me appear more mature. Guys might actually start seeing me as the woman and not some little girl.
The big day came, mom waited in the bathroom with the straightening kit ready. My heart’s was beating faster than a cheetah on steroids. Mom signalled me to sit and started applying the product all over my scalp. Two minutes later my head started to feel like a dragon was using my head as a flute the way it was burned. My whole head felt like it was on fire. I had never felt that much pain in my life before. I started screaming to my mom, “its burning so bad can I wash it out now?” To my surprise mom said “no my love, beauty is pain and the product needs time to work.” Tears start coming out of my eyes like Niagara Falls.
Ten minutes later which felt like an eternity and it was time to wash my hair out and end that torture. Mom Blow-dried and combed my hair, I couldn’t believe it was me. I looked so different, my hair felt so thin. I was used to knots tangling up in my fingers but they just slipped through. I remember asking “Mom is it normal for my scalp to still be burning?” Mom replied “we probably didn’t wash all of the product out and that can happen sometimes. You should be alright by tomorrow.”
The next morning I woke up with the biggest headache and my scalp still felt like it was on fire. When I touched my hair it still felt nice and thin but for some reason the scalp felt wet. I instantly looked at my fingers and they were covered in blood and so was my pillows. I just screamed to the top of my lungs. Mom rushed in my room and saw my bloody head, “what the hell did you do to your head? You got blood everywhere.” Still in shock I managed to blurt out “nothing mom, I woke up like this.”
I was rushed to the hospital and the doctor told me I had damaged my scalp and it also became infected. The one day I thought would have been the best day of my life turned into the worst. To add insult to injury I had to cut off all of my hair to begin treatment.
I couldn’t stop crying!
It took two months to repair the damage done to my scalp. This left me wearing a hat and wig for a year while my scalp healed and hair grew back.
Five years later my scalp has fully recovered and my hair has finally grown back. I’ve never straightened my hair since but I’ve grown to love my natural hair. I’ve learned to take care of it and the more I learn about it the more I appreciate it.
What I thought was ugly and needed fixing by straightening turned out to be perfect just the way was.
I love my hair!
This is a fictional tale and didn’t actually happen.