me and my beautiful black bush

i used to abhor the black bush that grows on my head...but now i absolutely adore it. let me tell you the story of my hair. when i was a tiny tot my madre kept my hair in a mushroom boy cut, it was awful. i was the epitome of a tom boy and having my hair in a boyish style just made me look completely like a boy. lol. then later as i got older, the braiding era began. my mumma would wash, oil, comb, and braid both mine and my sisters hair every night and the whole house...sometimes the whole street would hear us yell as she tackled our tangles. and then came the chlorine phase of my hair's life. i would go swimming monday through friday for about 3 to 4 hours a day and my hair would turn nasty. i despised wearing swimming caps...i'd rather my hair turn blonde instead. it was a bad idea...but i didn't know better at the time. after being in chlorine for hours after hours, my hair became disgusting. people actually asked my if i got highlights since my hair turned blondish brown at the ends. yuck. oh and then was the straightening time. in july 2005 i got my hair semi-permanently straightened at a place called kundan ben's beauty salon in the beautiful city of ahmedabad in India. i freaking loved my hair after that..but not for long. i find that everyone who has curly hair wants straight hair and vice versa. no one is really happy with their natural hair...at least thats what i've observed. anyway, back to the story. after my india straightening i was happy with my hair until my natural hair started growing out. thats right...my balck bush started up again and so i had a big bump at the top of my head and then long strands falling from the bumps. haha. it was bad.
and now my hair is what it is. curly hair owns straight hairs behind....any day. if you have curl hair and you straighten it...it looks natural..but you can't say that the other way around. i can have both curl and straight hair..and i like the way i look with both styles. although there are still those moments when i curse at the comb for not going through my bush...in the end i end up loving my hair.
ok well i gotta run...thanks for tuning in. ciao!