I just had a haircut. Two, actually.
You see, I have intolerable, irritating, drives-me-crazy, bad-hair-365-days-a-year, frizzy, unmanageable, naturally messy wavy hair. (Any woman who tells you she’s happy with the hair she’s born with is lying.)
I’ve resorted to “rebonding” a couple of times to boost my self-esteem. Many women will agree with me when I say, rebonding is the second Christ for hairdom. Hallelujah!
According to one website—“Rebonding is a chemical hair treatment that makes your hair straight, sleek and shiny. It is a process where the chemical bonds in your hair are broken, rearranged and bonded back again permanently using very strong chemicals. It is one of the most damaging things you can do to your hair.”
I agree with the damaging part, although I know I’m not alone when I say, better damaged hair than walking around looking like Don King.
Anyway. It’s a wonderful self-esteem and confidence booster when your hair looks good. Although, I have to admit there are a couple of things I’m not exactly a fan of when having this hair treatment:-
One—the sitting time at the salon which may take up to at least 4 to 5 hours. (I watched The Hurt Locker on my iPhone one and half times at my last session.)
Two—the unsightly regrowth after a few months. The “unsightly regrowth” is another way of saying, “Oh no! The I-hate-the-hair-I-was-born-with is showing!”
And three—even though rebonded long hair looks nice, Singapore’s hot and humid weather forces me to always have it tied up. (“Ayoh! Always tie up, then keep long hair for what? Then pay so much some more!” says my hairdresser.)
Time for a haircut.
But the haircut I had last Tuesday was not to my liking.
And it was because I betrayed myself.
I brought along a sample picture of the actual haircut that I thought would suit my face and hair texture without resorting to rebonding. The hair expert thought otherwise.
So instead of relying on my instinct and insisting on what I really wanted, I betrayed myself by giving away my ownership of my hair to the hairdresser. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings by doubting her expertise. Lucky for me, she finally gave up on selling the rebonding treatment.
I always forget that my hair only looks good right after a visit to the salon. But once I’m home and there’s no one to blow-dry and tweak my hair into place and slap on all sorts of miracle creams and lotions after a shampoo, it’ll go back to its original chaotic mess. Aargh!
I had to use the flat iron (so much work) to make it look half decent and the sleekness only lasted as long as Mr Humidity didn’t wreak more havoc to it.
And I realized the haircut (after natural air dry) didn’t suit my face and hair at all because it brought attention to my sagging cheeks (I’m 50, okay.)
I woke up Thursday morning, one look in the mirror and I thought, That’s it! I’m gonna have to get this fixed even if I have to look like GI Jane.
I was the first customer of a salon at a nearby shopping centre.
I told the hair expert my woes. This time I insisted on the cut I really wanted and threatened to go somewhere else if he didn’t comply. (Like as if they’re going to declare bankruptcy at the loss of your patronage. Get real.)
Luckily, I didn’t have to do a GI Jane. I look better and I feel better too. Somewhat…
Without rebonding, I still have to work hard to get my hair to look really nice.
I dread using a hair-dryer and a flat iron because of my weak right shoulder. But like Mum says–no pain, no gain.
I am considering rebonding again…
Purpose #1- Change doesn’t happen by chance. You need to work at it.
Purpose #2 – Your ideas about what is right and wrong are just that—ideas. They are the thoughts which form the shape and create the substance of Who You Are. There would be only one reason to change any of these; only one purpose in making an alteration; if you are not happy with Who You Are.” ~ CWG Bk 1
Purpose #3 – To have peace there must be chaos.
Purpose #4 – If women weren’t vain, civilization as we know it will cease to exist. I’m kidding! More like—If you feel good within, you’d want to look good outwardly too. It’s called self-confidence aka belief in your Self.
And I’d like to dedicate this post to my late twin brother, Rene, whom I shall “rebond” with someday…