Hair For Me Narrative

Especially because I don't want you to end up like me.” The conversation is still fresh in my memory and tears form in the corner of my eyes when I think about it. My mother was aware that her life was no walk in the park and I think that's what hurt me the most. I would never want my children to see me in such a state that I've seen my mother in. At the same time I would want her to see that hard work truly pays off. A miracle is just another word for the result of hard work. Some people are born with silver spoons in their mouth and I've seen how meaningless their lives turn out to be. My mother proved to me that your struggles make you stronger and define who you are. Struggling is almost impossible to avoid and rather than sulking about it, I'd rather use it to make me a stronger person, like my mom

My mother became depressed, my father became disabled, and my brother was skipping school. I continued going to school from eight until four, which was a big relief in my life because it made me forget the hard times. My grades slowly began to decline, as well as my motivation. I gave up many opportunities such as attending New York’s number one specialized high school. I recognized my mistakes and was able to identify my failure. School was not the only place where I lacked interest in because I also slowly started to push my friends away. As a young teenager, I did not think I would ever make it to college. I became frustrated at my parents because my life was ruined and it was all their fault.

I had long, curly hair in elementary school and was very attached to it. My hair was how most people would identify me, but one day while my sister was babysitting I got lice from one of the children. After finding that out my mom was forced to shave my head. Many children were unimaginably cruel to me because I had to wrap my head in a bandana. While presenting in front of the class one day someone ran up and pulled it off my head; that incident brought on one of the most embarrassing times in my life. Having to deal with constant bullying started to turn me into a very angry person. Instead of crying when I was made fun of I would fight the person making fun of me. Having to deal with the constant torture from others at a young age made

During the 2007 I got great news, I was accepted at UNC-Charlotte. Meanwhile, I had no idea 2007 my world would be turned upside down with bad news. My mother’s broth and sister were both diagnosis with Cancer. What’s most painful both siblings pasted away six months apart? Meanwhile, more bad news came my way when I mother was diagnosis with Cancer and Renal failure. I talked to my mother’s medical team, they voice they never seen where three siblings having cancer all at once in the same year, just months apart. Consequently, my mother survived her cancer just after two chemo treatments. I came home every weekend to help with her care. One promise to my mother I made was not to drop out of school, it was important to her that I finished

You have actually been battling your natural hair appearance given that grade school-- specifically if you were born with curls if you're anything like me. From flat-irons to keratin treatments and numerous dollars worth of correcting serums, you have actually attempted it all and after experimentation, discovered your tailored trick to semi-smooth hair. Years into my charm editor profession, I had my anti-curly hair session down pat. I 'd get a blowout as soon as a week and do everything in my power making it last, even if that implied going and evading exercises through dry hair shampoo much faster than water. In reality, the majority of my colleagues believed I had straight hair. I did it due to the fact that I believed smooth hair made me look more expert-- and, well, prettier. Till one lazy day when I let my curls do their thing, and-- await it-- I got more compliments than I might count. Right here, how falling for my curls-- specifically throughout the summertime-- has actually streamlined my regular and enhanced my self-confidence.

So I took them off and set them down and then you pick the pair you want off the plastic pages and then they take them and put them in this press thing and then they're all good and you put them on by just putting them on the place on your back, and this time they sorta snapped in somehow, and then they're all good. I wanted to change my hair too, I forget what mine looked like but it was fairy hair so it changed as soon as the fairy guy turned me into a fairy. So I wanted this long wavy look but I didn't want brown. They only had select styles and colors and you could mix and match and put another color with one. There was only about 6 to choose from. There was a pink pony tail. A long waxy brown. A brown ponytail. Something teal. And a

I admire the author of this reflection, because many of the statements relate with my past experiences. I am also a dark-skin African American female. While growing up I was lead to believe that lighter complexion was more attractive as well as straight hair. I remember the dreadful Sundays spent in our kitchen getting my hair pressed by my mother. I used to love the look of freshly straighten hair. I remember hating the process of getting my hair straight and wished my hair was more like my white classmates. Once I was old enough my mother permed my hair and I recall liking the fact that the chemical made my hair much more manageable. It was at an early age that I learned about textures and thought certain hair was considered good hair

In the movie Hair I didn't see the day to day violence as seen in Catch 22. In Hair you see young people displaying the feelings against war with love and peace. The movie brought awareness to war by showing a possible alternate way of life in which love, happiness and freedom dominate. Berger showed sacrifice by allowing Claude time to visit the girl he likes and unfortunately got stuck in Claudes place. It did however show one reality of war when Berger was walking to his death onto the plane, heading to the unknown. This could of been his perception of hell. I’m sure to his family or anyone else’s family war is hell.

Here, there, everywhere, all I see is more hair. Wild and untamable like a jungle, running freely all over me. Dark as the night, contrasting with my porcelain skin. Sure, I did start the bold brows trend, but that was short lived. While I look like a wildebeest, my mother resembles a Sphynx cat. Sometimes, I wish I looked like her, not having to care about wearing shorts or going down to the beach.

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They’re no words to describe my daily struggles. Except for one thing that gets me everyday, I attempt but never succeed. I’ll be ready to go and I look in the mirror and say why me? Each day the opportunity has come constantly for me to buckle down and just get it over with. Who knew fixing your hair could be such a hassle?

Not only did I cut my Barbie's hair, but my own hair was snipped off as well.

I loved elementary school until I got to the fifth grade. I started to get bullied every day, and it affected me physically, emotionally, and mentally. As the years passed by the bullying got worse. People would talk about my clothes and my hair. My mother did not always have money so there would be times I would have to wear the exact same clothes every week. Also, my mother did not know how to do hair neither. There were many times when my hair would be all over the place, and people would constantly pick on me about it. I use to wish that I was a boy so that I could beat up all of my bullies, because I felt as a female that I was too weak to defend myself. I would frequently hide in the bathroom or a classroom when it was lunch time, or

Hair is just hair, I didn’t think it was a big enough deal that it could cause disagreements between best friends, but I was very wrong. A few months ago, I was pushing around the idea of getting a pixie cut and my friend was trying to talk me out of it. For some reason, it turned into a heated discussion and after a while, her face turned red and she yelled “Well I don’t need my best friend looking like a dyke!” and that was something that really took me back. I was very blown away because I did not think that there was still very many people who were still against that, and I definitely didn’t think my best friend was one of them. That was the day that I completely realized much she wasn’t okay with it.

Your essay was truly wonderful. I like how your mother struggles give you strength to keep moving forward in your high school career. It takes a strong woman and or person to face many obstacles, some harder than others and still persevere to overcome them all as well as having the time to be a mother to you and your siblings. She made the time to make sure that all of you were situated and happy before continuing on with her life and honestly you are blessed to have a mother to do that for you and your siblings. No mother wants to see their child unsuccessful. I believe your mother push you to never give up because, she wanted you to see your full potential to become who you are meant to be in life. She wanted you to be independent so you