2018 The Worst Part of Being A Colored Lady Year by year, every two months, the hairdresser, that I nicknamed Beauty Enchantress because she became more skilled at doing hair. Beauty Enchantress continues to say “It’s time for a touch up; your hair too thick, too many tangles, knots, hard to manage. Ever since, I have said “Yes”, or well, perhaps was forced to say yes by Mom, of course. You want to know why? because my hair is too nappy, and we all know it will be looked down upon by society. I am damaging my hair slowly. My emotions were soaring, as I watched her in the mirror. She went to the back room to prepare the "relaxer.” As Beauty Enchantress mixed the pink, colored conception with the relaxer and she put on rubber gloves, my nerves
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Talking to myself, I wondered why I didn’t speak up and say “No.” Frowning, rolling my eyes, asking questions of myself like “Why can’t a relaxer last for a lifetime.” Also, how can something that needs to be prepared with rubber gloves be any good for my hair! She came back to me and proceeded to aggressively brush and part my hair into four sections, then she applied the base cream to my headline and the relaxer to my scalp and hair. It felt like she was slapping, the cold, harsh chemical on my scalp and hair like Jackson Pollock applying paint to a canvas. She told me to let her know when it tingles. Then she walked away to talk on the phone. From experience, I know that the relaxer was going to burn in a few seconds and at the same time I was hoping and praying that there is still hair on my head. Here goes the burning sensation. It began to burn uncontrollably after ten minutes. It literately felt like my hair was on fire. Nearly in tears that the chemicals were burning my scalp and my hair, she had no mercy on
Talking to myself, I wondered why I didn’t speak up and say “No.” Frowning, rolling my eyes, asking questions of myself like “Why can’t a relaxer last for a lifetime.” Also, how can something that needs to be prepared with rubber gloves be any good for my hair! She came back to me and proceeded to aggressively brush and part my hair into four sections, then she applied the base cream to my headline and the relaxer to my scalp and hair. It felt like she was slapping, the cold, harsh chemical on my scalp and hair like Jackson Pollock applying paint to a canvas. She told me to let her know when it tingles. Then she walked away to talk on the phone. From experience, I know that the relaxer was going to burn in a few seconds and at the same time I was hoping and praying that there is still hair on my head. Here goes the burning sensation. It began to burn uncontrollably after ten minutes. It literately felt like my hair was on fire. Nearly in tears that the chemicals were burning my scalp and my hair, she had no mercy on