To my lament, my mother had no idea that she could of just stopped the pain staking and costly cycle that was about to begin; by simply letting the perm grow out. To add insult to injury, because I am Dominican it is common for girls to have their hair perm-ed. In addition, it isn’t rare for Dominican beauticians to categorize hair as either “good” or “bad”, My hair now fell under “bad”. With that being said, I will take a moment to educate all of you a bit. There is no such thing as “good” or “bad” hair. Here we go… these are a few of the appropriate and inoffensive descriptions for hair types and/ or textures
Curly, Wavy, Kinky, Brittle, Coarse, Flat, Fine, Dry, Thin, Thick, Frizzy and Straight
Now that we have that out of the way, I digress, since everyone around my mother and I were accustomed to perms my mother felt she was doing the right thing by continuing and maintaining the chemical process. I admit although always had a fresh blow out; there were numerous occasions where I badly yearned to have easy carefree curly hair like my cousins.
My poor mother isn’t the only one to blame for my delay in quitting perms. After becoming a young adult, I never tried to educate myself on how you can get your hair back to its natural state. I pretty much assumed as well, that this was what I would have to do with my hair for the rest of my life.
I highly doubt that if it wasn’t for the incident that gave me no other choice but to give relaxers a break I would have probably continued to perm my hair for a few more years.
I would run the tips of my fingers through my hair all day just to feel and “check” that I really did have curls growing. In delight, that I may soon have curly hair I would even ask my friends and mother to check my new growth too. After almost a year of slow grow out process I decided to chop it all off to speed things up.
I still hadn’t discovered or created a natural hair process. I would simply blow my hair dry with the comb attachment and then flat iron. As my hair began to grow longer, I would then do a wash and set only blowing the roots.
It took what seemed like forever for all of the processed hair to completely grow out but once it did, I was in heaven. I no longer had two different textures of hair to work with and wash & go became my staple for occasions in which I wasn’t able to get to the salon.
What I am looking forward to most is long, big beautiful healthy hair and teaching my daughter to love and embrace hers.