Denying my cultural heritage.
Genetically, my parents have given me the consummate sum of hair from each of their heads. My hair sucks. On paper, it’s delightful: thick, strong, wavy, full, black-brown with no grays. In life, terrible: huge, frizzy, coarse, unmanageable, kidlike. Not to mention the absolute nests that I tend to leave behind on every pillow, in every drain, and on every sweater.
So today, I become Brazillian. (Did you know they did Brazillians for your head hair too?) No, I’m not going bald - they’re some kind of anti-perm that all the starlets are doing now that apparently makes hair like mine into hair like theirs. For reals: it involves a gas mask! Think of the chemicals! Shit that strong has got to have some transformative properties, no?
I’ve never EVER had good hair. I think this might be the beginning of something. Will grown up hair equal grown up me?
