I’m super excited to be guest posting for the month of October on the Ouidad Blog!
I’m a curly mama to three curly haired dudes, so I have plenty to say about curls, and hair, and dirt, and noise, and, um, everything!
But, I haven’t always had such a positive attitude about my curly birthright.
Actually, now that I bring it up, I was born bald.
And, I stayed that way for years to come.
People thought I was a boy so often as a baby, that my mother taped bows to my head for my two year old photos.
You know, to stop the confusion. Or, probably just to make herself feel better.
When my hair finally started to grow in, it was fast and furious.
I see photos of myself as a scrawny 4 year old now and pretty much all you can see is hair, hair, and more hair. With a few bony elbows and knees mixed in there.
I hated my hair when I was younger. It attracted constant attention, and I was so not an attention seeker then. (My how things change, personal blogger!)
And the care! I hated lying on our kitchen counter with my head in the sink every Sunday so that my mom could wash it. I dreaded sitting every summer for hours while she cornrowed it and put those jangly beads on it, with the tin foil at the end to keep them on. I even hated that it was so long!
My ponytails didn’t stick out “Pipi Longstalkings” style like my friends.
I wanted shorter hair. And then I wanted straighter hair. And then I wanted hair that didn’t take so long to do every morning. And then I wanted hair that a boy could touch without fear of getting sucker punched in his gut.
There was a brief period in college when I realized that my hair might actually be working for me, thanks to extra attention it garnered from members of the opposite sex, but it was short lived. The attention and the hair love.
I tried everything on my hair to make it into what I wanted it to be: perms, relaxers, texturizers, special products, special hair cuts, special everything.
I just gave up.
I had a baby and immediately put my waist length hair in a bun because the thought of having to comb that stuff out every morning wasn’t even a guarantee made me want to hurl.
Three kids and many years later and I was still rocking a scrunchie-wrapped bun. With the occasional mixer of a claw clip when I wanted to be “fancy”.
At age 29-Again, when it finally got bad enough for the people around me to question my sanity, I found myself sitting on the set of What NOT to Wear, begging them to make me pretty.
And, that’s exactly what they did! They gave me the first haircut I’ve ever had and not cried after. I loved the awesome color that didn’t look like I’d done it in my own bathroom during a power outage.
I saw that my curls were beautiful and fun and not really even that hard to take care of!
I have since become a self proclaimed “Mom Awesome Curly Girl” and I don’t have any intention of giving that up any time soon.
It’s sad that it took me 32 years (minus the first bald few) to actually start to love that part of myself, but I plan to enjoy it for the next 32 at least!
Amanda Rodriguez is a mom, a photographer, a freelance writer, a blogger, and a lover of all things awesome. She has been bringing the awesome on her humor lifestyle blog, parenting BY dummies, nearly every day since 2008, and also contributes at a number of other cool places, both offline and on the Internet. You can find her at iVillage, the What NOT to Wear blog, and Everyday Family being all amazing and junk too.