Hey there,
I wore sponge curlers in my hair every school night from Senior Kindergarten through to grade 3. Why? Because my mother absolutely loves, even pines for, curly hair. That’s why.
My mother has incredibly thick, straight hair. While her sister had thick hair with beautiful waves. so of course, to my mother, wavy’s better.
You see, I come from a family of five sisters and three brothers. My brothers had curly, wavy hair. The sisters did not. My mom “helped the girls” by insisting we coil our hair around tubes of pink foam every night. We held them in place with underwear. Nothing unusual about that, right?
For me, the turning point was a rainy spring day in grade 3. I was heading to school with my incredibly bouncy curls. But, with no umbrella, my ‘do would be wrecked. My mom improvised a hair kerchief out of a plastic bread bag. Nothing unusual about that, right?
I screamed. She insisted. Then I stormed out of the house with a bag on my head. Of course, I took it off the moment I was sure she couldn’t see me. But still my hair was covered in bread crumbs.
In grade 4, I got my friend’s babysitter to cut my hair really short. ..Too short for curlers. Phew.
Adios,
Lisa




