Let’s do the same with the Curlies ! (Tallies version here)
Curlies ! Be turned into a cartoon ! Tell me the funniest / weirdest / meanest comments and questions you’ve ever heard about your hair ! Answer here or on my Facebook page !
If there’s a profile pic of you anywhere or if you’re willing to send me a picture later, you could be turned into a cartoon character that will tell your story ! Post as many as you want !
Tall AND curly ladies like me : YOUR STORIES ARE AWAITED TOO !!! :D
ATTENTION : By sending your story, you understand and I accept that I will use it and probably modify it to turn it into a cartoon, that I will share it on my blog, all my social media accounts and anywhere else I might need to, and that I will own the copyright of the comic.
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One time in class I was talking to a friend and some one said to me ” can you please move your afro!” And I replied with ” can you please leave” and then the girl said “I can’t” and the I said ” see there’s the answer to your request”.
Perfect answer!!
I don’t know if you are still taking stories but here’s mine.
We were at a wrestling tournament, my boys and i, and one of our girl wrestlers, who wears a head cover is in a heated argument of sorts with one of my friends, guy. All of a sudden she sprays him with her water bottle, but he sees it coming and redirects it and it hits my hair, which I had taken the time to straighten, and bam, instant curl. Ugh. I was so irritated. This happened like 3 days ago.
I just started going natural a couple years ago as a sophomore in high school. The back of my hair is very curly and had a tendency to frizz badly in the early stages of going natural. As a junior, I was sitting in class and I felt someone pulling my hair. I knew who was sitting behind me, he was kind of weird, and I was pretty positive he was just bored or trying to be annoying. A couple days later, he was doing it again, then all of a sudden it felt different. I reached back to find he had put ripped up pieces of paper in my hair! I turned around to ask him what in the world he was doing, and he looked thoughtfully at my hair and said “you know, I could probably rip up a whole piece of paper and put it in there and you wouldn’t notice.” Let’s just say I was so relieved our seating chart was changed the next class.
I was working at my job and I live in a very popular town with a lot of tourism. So , I was working and that day we had a cruise ship visiting. I was stocking the shelves when a group of asain girls walk up the stairs and starts gushing over my hair. I didn’t know what they were saying. Then one of the girls just starts touching my hair and running her fingers through it. Naturally her fingers get stuck and then she gets pissed off at me and just starts yelling at me.
There’s only one memory from freshman year i will never forget. I was transitioning back to natural at the time and often using flexi rods, bantu knots, and twist outs to blend my hair until i “not so big” chopped. Flexi rods made my 16 inch hair scrunch up to above my shoulders, and i enjoyed rocking that look often, but one day i decided to flat iron my hair for a yearly trim and i walked to my locker and a couple of girls came up to me and had such a curious face that i already knew what was coming.
Girl 1 : OMG, your hair stretches this looooong?!?!?!?!?!
Me : Most people call it shrink-*gets cut off*
Girl 2 : Of course not silly, she just has a bomb a** sew in.
Me : actual-*gets cut off again*
Girl 3 : ooooh, “lemme” see *rushes fingers through my hair and feels all on my scalp*
Me: uhhhh….*very uncomfortable at the moment*
I ended up with all three of their greesy little hands in my hair until they came of with the agreement that it was my hair and I was just standing there wishing they stop, scared to speak up because they were juniors and i didn’t want to cause trouble. It has been about two years and I don’t recall my hair being flat since.
I know for me(im naturally and painfully straight)it takes alot of effort to curl my hair. its so thick and straight and alot of hair i need tons of product. and then that drives me insane because we have soft water,i cant tell if all the product is out or not. :(
I will only let my hair down for a couple of days after washing it. Then….it is out of control with no easy way to get the firzz out. At that point, my default is to wear it in braids despite being over the age of 10 (57) because it is the best I can do with this red mop. I don’t bother with hair ties because the curl ties it together just fine and will stay that way for days if I don’t care about the boings all around my head. I am a delivery driver, working in a food facility and despite the braids, a long red curly hairs will always jump out and land in the food or attached under the tape of a box etc etc. My favorite moments are when I am looking for a pen for the customer to sign their invoice, and I pat all my pockets and exclaim that I had a bunch of pens when I started the day. To which…..they laugh and point to the 4 or 5 I have stuck in my hair in various places. I have met people for dinner after work and had them comment that, “you have a pen on your right shoulder” and in fact, there is a tip of one sticking out of a braid. When people suggest that I cut it (it is waist long) so that it is easier to deal with, I tell them that it IS easier to deal with long. I don’t see the pens because I am also very tall and when I look in the mirror, all I see is my belly button. So it is easy to forget that the pens are there.
One day, I was at the beach with some of my friends and one of them was a boy with wonderful 2B curls, he was so excited to see how my hair would look wet lol! So we swum and had a nice time and then, after we went out, he told me, reaally chocked: “omg why is your hair still dry?” I replied: “Luckily you’ll see yourself in a comic in the future”
I used to volunteer at the Boys and Girls Club in my town. The little girls would beg to play with my hair, and of course I let them… I really do love having my hair touched when I don’t have to be anywhere later. They would make teensy little braids, as thin as pieces of straw. They would talk about how their mamas did their hair, and they’d say things like “your hair nappy!” and “you need some oil in your hair!” while laughing. Even though it hurt and the braids were nearly impossible to get out, those are some of my favorite memories; little girls having fun with my hair!
I normally don’t let comments or gestures get to me but one thing that people say to me that makes me feel bad is” Your hair’s not as curly as hers”. I am literally screaming and crying on the inside when people say this. Like they just shut you down with that. What makes it worse is when people go over to the person I’m being compared to and compliment their hair and say how tightly coiled their locks are and how amazing their hair is.
In my high school, all 9th graders had to take a mandatory health/transitions class. It was going fine until one day we were told that everyone had to do a mini physical as ordered by the state to see where this generation’s teenagers were at health wise. We had to be weighed and measured for height and fat percentage in front of the whole class. I was the only one with curly hair in my class. I wasn’t thinking of the cons of being the only one with curly hair in a predominantly white school at the time, seeing how I was still learning them myself. I got weighed and measured like everyone else, when a girl made a “suggestion” to the teacher loud enough for everyone to hear. She said to the teacher, “Don’t you think you should take a couple of inches off her height? I mean, at least four of them are her hair.” The whole class laughed and as if I wasn’t embarrassed enough as is, the teacher actually agreed with her but not without putting her own opinion into the mix. The teacher looked at me and said, ” You’re right, I should probably take off a few pounds, too. With all that hair, it probably is an extra six pounds just by looking at it.” A few more students laughed and she smashed the height scale down on my hair until she reached my skull. As she erased the previous numbers and wrote down the new ones she called for the next person without even looking up or realizing what had just happened. I sat back down in my seat and stayed quiet for the rest of the class. I had not only been furious at the girl and the teacher, I was shocked that the teacher didn’t even bother to rectify the situation or notice my discomfort. That day made me feel ashamed of how I looked and I had felt that way for years. 5 years later, I am finally able to accept and embrace my beautiful differences and love being able to be adventurous with my curly hair.
When my niece was born I couldn’t get enough of her (I was an auntie obsessed). So long story short I had wierd shifts and came home at wierd times. Often when I came home super early my niece was wide awake and I would sneak her out of the room and play with her. So one morning in particular I fell asleep with my niece in my bed and low and behold she somehow managed to get tangled in my hair. My hair is very curly and usually waist length so she was tangled up pretty good. I had to yell for my sister to come untangle my niece from my killer locks. To this day my sisters favorite story is the one about how my unruly hair tried to eat her baby!
In 9th grade while walking to my last class of the day (my Jr. High had two levels so I was walking down the stairs in a crowd) I heard a sound followed by laughing, but didn’t really think much of it. When I sat down in my class one of my friends asked me if I knew that there was something on the back of my head, when I checked it was GUM. Some idiot actually spit their gum into my hair in between classes. So I had to go to the office to see if they had anything that could get it out without having to cut it. I was so embarrassed, but since my mom was working, I couldn’t exactly call her to come pick me up, so I endured that last class with ice on that section of hair just to avoid cutting it. And since I was brushing it dry at the time, it was POOFY! And length was past my shoulders, so I REALLY didn’t want to cut it. Thankfully it came out with the ice, and a few good washes with conditioner that afternoon.
So, I’m just transitioning to natural hair (I used to always straighten and blow dry straight) and so I come to school with a bit of unwanted friz due to wearing it natural and my friend looks at me and gasps. She runs up to me and hands me a hair tie telling me, “You’ve got to do SOMETHING with it!” She then proceeds to try to braid it, put it in a ponytail, and some crazy things. Of course this made the friz worse and definitely affected my mood. She keeps trying to do something until she finally grabs my fringe twirls it and puts a bobby pin in it, “There. Your welcome.” And she walks away.
I moved to Japan last June, around this time, I had finally started to embrace my natural curls and start trying to learn how to take proper care of them (still not quite there). In an attempt to encourage growth, and rescue myself from both a mushroom head and those extra low hanging curls my underside tends to produce, I went to a local salon for a cut and style. I asked the stylist if she could do my kind of hair, and was assured that she could. It turns out, she couldn’t. When it came tome to blow dry my hair, she just kind of turned it on and started waving it wildly at my head. The resulting frizz ball was HILARIOUS. I had a friend with me, and she took a picture of the madness (I would be happy to send later). The stylist working on her hair was chuckling as he asked me if I had a perma. I told him no, and he was shocked. “Really???” “Yes, really, it grows in like this.” In an attempt to tame the now very angry beast, the stylist begins trying to flat iron it. An hour later, the beast was not relenting and a second stylist came over, who then had to tag out to a third. 3-4 stylists took turns straightening and switching. Until after about 2.5 hours, my hair was finally finished. The finished result was very nice, but of course only lasted for a very short time. This was about 4 months ago, my poor hair has not been trimmed since. :/
Hi Tall N Curly!
My name is Fernanda Odum. I am a 24 year old Mexican girl who definitely has many stories to tell about being curly!
Story #1-
It all starts the day I was born.
My mom gave birth to me, and also had her “tubes tied” in the same operation-which means she was asleep when I was born.
When she finally woke up the nurses told her I was in the incubator room- I was scheduled a month early *wtf*
And told her she could go see me as soon as she wanted.
-” You will see her, there is no doubt about it. She is the baby with the most amount of hair I have EVER seen” (in my head, not all over my body, thank God. )
Another nurse comes in
-“Ma’am your baby sure has hair! Have you seen her yet?! ” “My God!”
My mom was somewhat curious and I’m sure worried! Lol…. So, she finally makes her way to the room where all the babies in were…and, yes! As all the nurses had stated..
SHE KNEW WHICH WAS HER BABY. The baby with the most amount of hair on her head, she had ever seen.
That was just the beginning of mu curly journey.
Story #2.-
To my misfortune, my mother had always had very short/manlike (yet femenine) hair- if that makes any sense. My sister is 6 yrs older than me and also has curly hair but not so much like me.
Being that my mom was always so busy-being a single mother ever since I turned 3- she had no time to figure out my biiiiig hair. She had 2 jobs and all her other time went in checking our homework, cooking, cleaning, bathing us-which as you know with hair like mine…meant forever!
Soooooo…. My mother decided that I needed a short haircut
-“you will have a beautiful haircut! It will resemble a beautiful duck’s tail! You will love it!”
Ha! I ended up most of my life being mistaken for a boy! :/
I hated it. But it doesn’t end there…the times I did have longer hair, my mom would deeply comb it!!!! You can just imagine how biiiiig my hair always looked! It was NOT curly! It was a big disco ball! Lol.
Soooo…now, many years later all that hair fiasco. I have been finally able to embrace my big curly hair! Which I do NOT comb and take very good care of. I love it!
I have been showing my husband little by little pictures of me as a bald little girl lol. I’m sure I will soon show him all…even the ones that it seems like a rat has a nest in there lol!!!
Anyways. I hope you can find somewhere in there a good story to encourage all the curlies out there!!!
I will for sure keep you posted with more stories. I have millions. Just know I write so much!!! And know you are busy!
Take care,
Fernanda Odum
I was at this farming convention with my mom and grandma and I had my hair in Senegalese Twist. I was standing near a booth when i realized that this white lady was staring at me, she then proceeded to walk up to me and tell me how much she loved my Twirlys!!! lmao At that moment I died inside cue sweat drop on side of face like “TWIRLYS???” Crying emojis running all thru my head like THERE CALLED SENEGALESE TWIST! lol But she seemed so excited about my hair I didn’t have the heart to correct her lols All day while I was there I got a lot of looks because I’m assuming they hadn’t really seen anyone with Senegalese Twist before. My mom and grandma and I had a really good laugh about it later on though lol
It would be funny to see a curly walking her way through the mall minding her own business when she is attacked by those sales people at kiosks with the hair straighteners. I am like gold mine for them. “Oh look! Fresh meat! She has curly hair! She must want her hair straightened!” Noooo, go away! :).
Definitely happens!
I went to a salon with my curly 2c/3a hair. The lady shampooed, conditioned and cut my hair into layers. Upon drying it, she couldn’t figure out how I got my hair so curly. (At this point, I had walked into the salon with curlier hair than I was getting from her). I told her I use a diffuser… She finds one and proceeds to grind the diffuser nubs into my scalp with a circular motion. No, no, I say …and I explain cupping my the hair with the diffuser and blowing it in an upward motion. You do it, she says. So there I stood (at my tall 5′ 10″ ness) in the middle of the salon blow drying my hair while all the straight haired ladies looked at me from their chairs. … And she still wanted to charge me full-price!
My (sad) story
I watched a tutorial on Youtube about how to get defined curls, so I thought “I’ll give it a try”. I did, and my curls were looking gorgeous that day, or so I thought. So I put on my black dress and red lipstick, and I was thinking “I look great today”. Until I saw my gandma. She stopped, looking so stange at me and said “Hey, have you combed your hair today?” Yeah, my self-esteem went all the way down. Thanks grandma.
Okay so being a curly-haired girl is quite hard(as all of us curly girls know). I recently straightened my hair and people were gushing up about it and some even said that they missed my curly hair (for once!). That’s just a background of my life. Anyways, so here’s a really embarrasing/funny short story about my curly hair:
I was having a good hair day since my hair usually ends up looking like a bird’s nest after noon, and this guy in my class decided that it was a good idea to comment on how “soft” my hair looked. So I just nodded and kept minding my own business. I turned around, and I feel a pull on my hair and it wouldn’t go away. When I turned around the guy seemed to be really embarrassed, since apperently he tried to run his hands through my curly hair and it had gotten stuck. LIKE WHY MEEEE
As a curly redhead, I can identify with quite a few of the stories here! I have recommended this site to several tall/curly students of mine and we love it!
My good curls story: I was visiting my sister and brother-in-law when they saw “Brave” for the first time. A few months later, I’m curled up on the couch holding their two-day old baby girl, when bro-in-law walks by, does a double-take, and orders me not to move. He runs out of the room, returns with his phone, and starts snapping pictures, saying, “I have to record Allie meeting her first Disney princess!”
My bad curls story: It was the morning of my brother’s wedding and I was hoping for a good hair day. But, as usual, humidity had other plans. As I jostled the bridesmaids for space in front of the dressing room’s mirror, desperately trying to eliminate the frizzies, Grandma entered. She started poking and petting and stroking my hair saying how gorgeous it was and how nice it looked with all that volume… Aargh! Anyway, look for the girl wearing a scarf in all the wedding pictures. That’s me.
Hi there,
Double checking to see if my lil story somehow got cut. I return like a junkie to crack but don’t see (perhaps somehow missed) it. I only ask because I was contacted by you about it (felt all giddy inside) and responded.
Thanks.
Lyric
First of all, I LOVE your blog. Discovered it recently and haven’t been able to tear myself away from it.
I have quite a few but I’ll share the one that left me astounded. This occurred between a colleague and I when I came in to work rocking a twist-out:
NOTE: I tend not to get offended when people comment on my hair because I know it’s ignorance; so I seek to educate rather than bitch-slap :)
COLLEAGUE: This hair again
ME: Yes, this hair again. This is the way God intended it to grow out of our scalp so embrace it
COLLEAGUE: But it looks rough. Can’t you comb it at least? In fact, I will be honest with you, it makes you look unkempt.
ME: Wow. But if I walked in here with a Brazilian weave down to my ass, you would think I looked attractive.
COLLEAGUE: YES!
At that point my mouth dropped. That line usually elicited a tinge of guilt from people but he was unapologetically firm in his belief that straight hair that belonged to someone else made me look beautiful, whereas my own hair didn’t.
Hi Maureen! Thank you so much! :D
My mouth dropped just right now reading your story. It’s still dropping actually… I will have to find a way to turn this into a comic. I mean. A FUNNY one. :)
Geez… Will be sending you an email soon about it! Please check your spam folder, sometimes that’s where my emails end up in ;)
Haha! I love this site. My first time here and I’m loving everything.
My story.
There’s a commercial, way back, for a hair conditioner about having disastrous hair after commuting just because the girl didn’t use a conditioner. It was viral (even without social media then) with the tag line “Mahangin ba sa labas?!” (Is it windy outside?)
So 1 day, I went to school, I wasn’t able to tie up my hair. Went in our classroom and snap! “Is it windy outside?” was all I can remember being asked and they all laughed! I just took it as a joke (a really annoying joke) and answered “Yeah, why ask? Thought you knew ;)” Of course, I was hurt. I just didn’t show it.
Hi M Katy :) I had to look over the internet to know what langage was this, you’re in the Philippines ? :)
Thank you very much for your message and welcome!
See how clichés are? I thought everybody in the Philippines would have straight silky hair. That shows how much I know. :)
Hey nappy head when u gonna perm that sh*t. Or hear comes mop head. But it’s ok those boys who thought I was ugly in seventh grade be trying to hit me up now. Lol sucks for them
I have been natural for about 2 years, and during that time, I got two bad haircuts. The first was by a barber who would not stop flirting with me. Not only did this dude cut about half of my hair off but he also gave me A LINE! After that I put my hair in braids to cover it up because I looked to similar to my dad. The only difference to me was that I was shorter with boobs! Nightmare!
My second haircut (about a year later) was not as dramatic, but it rubbed me the wrong was. I went to a salon. She kept talking about how she had a natural hair client, but the only styles she talked about were styles with extensions. Now my aunt, whom I was visiting, convinced me to go there. Here is what she did to my hair: washed it, cut it, moisturized it, braided a headband in the front and sat me under the dryer for the moisturizer to set in my hair. This was not the problem, although for $40, she should’ve done more. But this lady HAD THE NERVE to tell me to put a TEXTURIZER in my hair because no one knows how long it is. “Just put it in for about 5 minutes comb it through, then rinse it out.” I just looked at her and left. I was annoyed by her insult, ugh! One of the worst hair experiences that I’ve ever had.
“No, you cannot…” “Why not?” “Because I don’t want you to, and I don’t know where your hands have been…” Yes, it happened. Some lady in the grocery store asked if she could touch my hair, as she was coming at me with her hands. Umm, I don’t think so. I love have naturally coily hair, but I do get a lot of unwanted stares, whispers, curiosity, and sometimes unwelcomed grabs, tugs, and pulls. Why would a stranger want to touch anything on me? Is my necklace, clothes, are booty next? It’s weird!!
Oh my… I gotta use this in a comic Christina :)
I have very unique hair for a mixed girl (its like your cartoon but the color’s different). So everyday i get a handful of different comments on my hair from kids at my school
*caucasion girls come running up* “OMG Jada I loooove your hair, is in natural? is it hard to straighten? Do you ever straighten it? I think u should, it would look better. omg it smells soo good, what kind of products do u use? Is it a lot of work? I wish my hair was like yours.”
And Im all like “Righttttt”
Dont get me wrong, im flattered from (most) of these comments but da freak, y u gota jump on me like that? and this is like EVERY morning.
So to get them to back off im like “Okay, okay, thank you but like ppl i kinda sorta need to put my stuff in my locker so can u please back off!
and so the only people i dont get comments on my hair is the so called “popular girls”
they see someone next to me and say “oh (name) i like your hair” then look at me and walk off.
While i was working as a waitress in a restaurant, my frizzy hair got stuck in the local coat rack…
I usually have my hair in protective hairstyles during the week at work. I decided to let my hair out that Friday and I got the best conversation about my older caucasian coworker:
-Is that all your hair?
“Yes”
– Where does it all go when it’s not like that?
(Laughing hysterically)
– How did you get it like that?
“I woke up”
After Christmas break I decided to start wearing my hair down and curly instead of in braids. When I went to school I told my friends not to touch it because it would get frizzy… Apparently, they couldn’t understand the words COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH!
My friend Bunny, who has super thin, spaghetti straight hair, doesn’t know s**t about any other hair textures. She wouldn’t, stop touching it. She tried touching the very tips of my hair and I told her to stop. She responded by saying “Did u feel that?”. I had to have a whole speech about how hair grows out of the SCALP and that I obviously feel her big hands ruining my curls.
From then on I only wore my hair in 4 cornrows of with a TON of gel.
That moment I decided to take selfies with friends but they did not appear accidentally…
I went to the dollar store near my house. I was looking for candies and there was two guys there. They were handsome by the way.
One of them looked at me and said to his friend “what do you think of her?”.
His friend replied : Too natural for me.
It made me laugh so hard. It’s true that I don’t where a lot of make-up. That day I was wearing a scarf (I can send you a picture; I love that style) because the weather was cold and my hair needed to be protected.
By the way : I love your blog ♡
Too natural for me ?
Well that’s something you don’t hear everyday !! lol
Well, you’re just too douche for me dude ;)
I was on vacation with a friend and during a sightseeing tour, of course we were both taking pictures like crazy. At one point, I left my friend behind me and started trying angles to take the perfect photograph of a majestic landscape. Suddenly I feel my curlz being pulled really hard. I couldn´t help to scream “OUCH!” and turn around to see what happened: it was my friend! I asked….”why?” and she said “because I am trying to get some pictures too, but your hair is blocking all view!” :S
So Prom is getting closer and so are many events in the school. Every girl is thinking on what hairstyle to do. I myself have been doing the same thing. I go on pinterest or instagram to check out ideas for curly hairstyles (because I know that if I straighten my hair, its going to get poofy by the end of the first dance). I wanted to leave it out and curly nd do an 80’s inspired hairstyle. My friend Karen said it looked nice. Two days later, in class she mentioned that I shouldn’t leave it out. I then went home and attempted doing a fancy braided updo … I looked almost bald because my hair obviously doesn’t show its length when curly. NOW im planning to make fake curls and attempt a hairstyle. I bet you that when I come back from Prom on the 8th, that my hair will be curly and ill wake up like one of your strips…Like a weird weird dream. But then you can add that I then went to your blog (which I will) and that I laughed a bit because Im not the only one out there that struggles with this bittersweet blessing…
I’ve never really had much of a problem with people touching my hair, cause I understand, its curly and big. But one lady changed the way I feel about my hair being touched forever.
So I was in an after school meeting and our meeting was in the teachers lounge. So a teacher walks in and quickly paces towards me. No one really notices until she’s yelling “OH MY GOSH your hair is so pretty! I just wanna cut it off and take it home!” At this point everyone has their mouths open. And if that wasnt bad enough, this teacher, whom Ive never talked to before, never had her class, starts rubbing her fingers in my scalp. Yes, her fingers were so deep in my hair that i could feel her rubbing my scalp. Longest. Minute. Ever.
The whole room was speechless when she left, and I haven’t been able to allow people to touch my hair without some type of annoyed expression on my face since then.
OMG.. how odd…!! I think I would have licked her face or something as weird as having her fingers on my scalp so she snaps out of it :)
She may have actually been “rooting” you…
My boyfriend and I are both curlies. We perform together, and after the show, the producer told me that her friend said this:
Friend: That blonde guy is hot!
Producer: Yeah. He’s dating the curly haired girl.
Friend: OH MY GOD THEIR POOR SHOWER DRAIN
true story ;)
Lol, this reminds me of me and my boyfriend! …and YES, our drain suffers!!!
What I find the most annoying is that we are both multi-racial Jamaicans and people are always shocked, like “Wow you are guys are like “super mixed!” I get the most because I’m dark, as if its a crime or impossible to be multi-racial and dark! This makes me and him wanna shout “Hey there is a reason our national motto is ‘Out of many, one people’; Its because we’re a nation of mixed races!”
We have many funny situations. Like the other day a coworker said to me (we both work at the same place, the bf and I) “Wow, I bet you guys are dating because you wanna make sure your babies get extra gorgeous curly hair! You guys should hurry up, get married and have BABIES!!!” I was like “WHAT O_O ?!”
Another funny scenario was at the grocery store just threedays ago:
We were both strolling the aisles all lovey dovey hands in hands with my head on his shoulder; dsuddenly he reached down to grab something from a shelf …and BAM a sudden pain strikes us both! Our hairs had somehow became entagled! His hair is 3b mid-back length, mine is 3c a little below shoulder length (recentlly did the big chop).
I do love having as a curly bf …. I’m sorry for our kids if we ever have any though. Then our drain will reeeeaaaallly suffer haha!
OOOoooooooh I almost forgot! (how could I, I don’t know), but I HATE it when people refuse to believe my mom is my biological mom because she looks “too Caucasian/Asian” to be my mom. And it gets worst, they always ask, how come you have your dad’s complexion, but not his straight nose? He’s Black/Indian & 1/8 Scottish. I’m always like I don’t know, ask GOD.
I’m a curly. Both of my parents were curlies who didnt care too much about grooming or personal appearance. To get ready for school, I brushed my (dry) hair into a long, low ponytail without any product, and kept the same style every single day from grade 3 – 9. When I got to high school, I begged my parents to let me cut my hair into a bob. I had no grand plans, I just wanted a change. I got my bob, brushed my hair into a short, low ponytail without product, and swanned into school thinking I might actually be pretty today. One of the popular girls noticed my haircut and asked me to take my hair down. I shook my head no because I didn’t want everyone seeing the cone shape my hair gets once it’s been pulled back and then released. She said “you might get some dates if you wore your hair down more. Don’t you want to go to at least one dance this year?” I said “I don’t want a boyfriend and I don’t like dances.” She shook her head because she saw right through me, she marched over to me, and she pulled my hair tie out. People stared. Some people laughed. My hair was cone-tastic. The popular girl gave me my hair tie back and said “I didn’t know it was like that, honest.”
I didn’t get any dates. I didn’t get asked to any of the dances. If I had gone to prom, I’m pretty sure I’d have worn a light blue dress, with my hair pulled back in a low ponytail.
I read this blog really late but having curly hair and being tall. Also being multiracial. The stories seem endless!
One story is in my freshman year in high school during physical education class:
Girl: You’re hair is super curly!
Me: Yeah? It is…
Girl: It must be super hard to take care of!
Me: Yeah, it’s really thick.
Girl: Oh! So that’s why you never comb it huh?
Me: *rolling eyes* Excuse me?
Girl: Well you never comb your hair right?
Me: I do comb my hair! Do you!?
Girl: Sorry I didn’t know!
Me: -___-
A time in Middle school from a boy I had a crush on:
Him: You know if you straightened your hair, you would be pretty and then I would like you.
Me: Oh… Okay…
Another time in middle school with an annoying girl:
Girl: You’re hair looks like you put glue in it! *Starts laughing hysterically* Just straighten it!
My own dad commenting my hair and height:
Dad: Tall girls aren’t pretty, short girls are better.
Me: I know dad..
Dad: Do you want me to take you to relax your hair?
Me: No dad.
Dad: Are you sure? I just want you to look pretty.
Me: Thanks dad.
Shopping for heels:
Cashier lady: Are you sure you to buy the heels?
Me: Yeah? Why wouldn’t I?
Cashier: Well you’re already soooo tall, maybe flats would be better?
Me: Let me buy my heels please.
Cashier: Well okay, if that’s what you want.
Also people are always afraid to ask my ethnicity, because I’m mixed. It goes something like this all the time:
Them: What’s you ethnicity?
Me: My dad’s Mexican. My mom is African American and white.
Them: Oh okay! That makes total sense now because your skin is a light brown but with that curly hair I just had no clue what you were!
Me: Yeah. Okay. Well… Bye!
All the staring eyes, and the constant “Your hair is soo puffy” “Your hair looks like a broom”. It’s enough to be like “Omg stop talking!!!!”
But i still fight to love myself! (:
Hi there!
First of all: your comics are superb!
1)The worst nickname: I’m a curly argentinian girl. When I was like… 10 years old I wore my brown curly hair short. I used to hate my hair. Once I was playing with my girl friends. We weren’t playing soccer but we were playing with a ball and we were running. I remember one of my friend’s big brother said: “Look at her! She looks like Maradona!” (Maradona is an ugly curly argentinian soccer player) And all his friends laughed “Hey! Maradona’s here!” I stopped and look at him with the most profund hate I ever felt. I didn’t feel like playing anymore. When I got home I ran to my bedroom and cried for hours.
2)Beware of the baby: Babies are so cute, but they can be extremely dangerous when your hair is loose: their little fingers grab your curls… “keep your hands out of my hair, you little bastard!”
3)Classmate behind me: There was this girl who sat behind me. Her gratest joy was to “grab-and-drop” my curls. And she always said: haha! Your hair is sooo funny: it looks like a handset cord. And I: you touch my hair again, I swear I’ll kill you.
4)Shut up: Typical. The girl with soft, shining, straight hair. “Oh, I mean, I do like your curls, but, you know? I like it better when you straighten it. You should do this… And definitively you should try that… I have a friend who has curls just like yours and she… And why don’t you do that… I saw a curly girl who… have you ever tried relaxing?”
5)Again:
__oh! look at that hair! you’re so curly!
__ I am (with the please-not-again face)
__it must take you like years to comb it.
__I don’t comb it.
__you don’t? why?
__I’d look like a lion.
__haha, you’re funny. did your mother or your father have curls?
__both of them.
__oh! I see. your curls look like handset cord.
__so they say.
__you sure use tons of conditioner.
__yes.
__Could I touch it?
__No, you couldn’t.
__Oh! don’t marry a curly like you!
__ … (no comments)
__why you always wear a bun?
__just because (too long and complicated to anwser)
__oh, but you look older when you wear a bun.
__ … (gelid look)
__have you ever tried rel…?
__ where is the bathroom? I feel like vomiting…
Thanks for sharing your comics!
Oh wow! I totally understand you!!! :( I would also be called ugly/shorthair/famous people’s name >.> it is horrible.
My curly bathroom encounter
Having a great hair day and wanting it to stay as is I go to the bathroom to adjust some bobby pins in the mirror by the only sink available and a woman walk up behind me wanting to use the sink..
Me: “Oh I am sorry, let me get out of your way”
Woman:”That’s alright you oblivious need way more time”
Me: -_______-
It was my senior year of high school and I had been having a bad day. A friend of mine was chatting with me and she said something along the lines of “I HATE having straight hair. Curly hair would be so much easier to take care of!” I couldn’t believe what she’d said. I snapped.
Me: “Do you want to know how I take care of my hair?”
Her: “What? Yeah, sure.”
Me: “Every morning, I get up 30 minutes early so I can take a shower. I can’t shower at night because my hair looks like a swamp monster if I sleep on it wet. I get into the shower and I turn on the water. I rinse my hair in the cold water so that the heat doesn’t ruin my hair, which also has high porosity. On an average day, I then put in my FIRST rinse out conditioner and spend at least 5 minutes detangling my hair. I then rinse out the conditioner, again in cool water, and put in the SECOND rinse out conditioner, which I leave in my hair while I wash the rest of my body. I then rinse out the second conditioner with low pressure, cool water.
“After I get out of the shower, before anything else, I put the leave in conditioner in my hair. Then I put in the gel. Then, shivering, I dry my hair by squeezing it with an old t-shirt. I never, ever blow dry. Now, I can finally dry myself off, being careful not to mess with my hair.
“And that’s on a normal day. About once a week, I clarify my hair with a vinegar rinse, which stings my eyes if I don’t do it just right. Also, I have to decide if I want my hair up or down at the beginning of the day, because if I put my hair up and take it down, it doesn’t regain it’s shape until I wash it. And sometimes it doesn’t work. Sometimes my hair is still a crazy mess, because I rode my bike, or it’s windy, or it rained, or I wanted to go to the beach, or somebody tried to affectionately pat my head.”
Her: “I guess I’m fine with straight hair.”
I felt pretty bad about it afterwords, but it was really satisfying at the time.
Ok. So, graduation ceremony for school is coming up, and we are sitting on the benches, practicing for the ceremony. Our teacher tells us that we should tidy ourselves up for the graduation, and then she says, “Girls, remember, clean white socks, clean uniform, and, tame your hair! Make it neat.” And, OF COURSE, everybody turns their heads to stare at my frizzy, bushy, curly hair that had gotten even frizzier from the annoying tropical heat that is always here in Trinidad. The usge, I guess.
Real life scenario #1 – Black woman here married to white man with children:
Children: (Looking upwards at my head with interesting facial expression)
Lyric: “You want to touch it? Go ahead. No, really, it’s okay!”
Child: (Touching hair), “Ooooh, it’s soft???” (With surprised expression on face)
Real life scenario #2 – Typical hair day in the life of Lyric
Curious persons: “You have ‘good’ hair.”
Lyric: Thank you.
Curious persons: “No, really! What DO you do to it to get it to look that way?”
Lyric: Apply water.
Curious persons: (Confused look) “Really? I wish I could get my hair to do that. But you have that good hair.”
Lyric: “Actually, there are three types of hair, wavy, curly, and straight. There is no ‘good’ hair type.”
Curious persons: “Awww, you say that because you’ve got ‘good’ hair.”
Lyric: (Gives up)
Cheers,
Lyric
lovinlocks@yahoo.com
http://www.sewcroandquilt.wordpress.com
Hi there,
I DID get your email regarding the photo and I followed up Immediately. I’m back checking to be sure I didn’t miss the post. How cool of you to invite us.
Looking forward to seeing your rendition of moi. Ha ha ha.
Cheers,
Lyric
http://www.sewlyricallyvintage.wordpress.com
I got yours Lyric ! ;) Didn’t make the comic yet, it will come very soon :)
Well whenever I go to a lot of different places and meet new people, A lot of people ask me all the time if i am mixed with something.. but there is just one problem, I have no clue what im mixed with and dont know where i get my curly hair from in the family. So whenever people ask me, i always have to say ” I really dont know” and then they all look at me like im crazy. So this is for all the curlies that are always complimented and asked what they are mixed with but have no clue.
P.S- a good topic for the comic if you choose me: Clueless Curlies!
I was at a concert one night and the guitarist in the band was about to throw the his guitar pick into the audience. Everyone in the audience (including myself) had their hands in the air trying to catch the pick when he threw it. When he finally threw the pick, I felt it tangle itself straight into the depths of my afro. Everyone around me began looking around for the pic or at least for whomever caught it. When I pulled the pick out of my hair, the guy beside me told me to “do it again!” LOL
I wish that more of these comments were positive. I love the story where the niece compared her hair to her aunt’s. That was very touching. I have so many funny stories but my favorite would have to be this one because it includes my grandmother.
First you should know I’ve always been told how pretty my hair was. From when I was a kid with the long swinging braids, to after it was relaxed and remained thick and health, and even now that it’s grown out most people compliment my curls.
I went to visit my grandmother for her 90th (maybe 89th) birthday. She, like everyone always told me how beautiful my hair was when it was straight and kept going on and on about how she just likes straight hair better. Now my grandma always kept her hair cut short and she was in need of a haircut. But I was being polite and said nothing about it. Plus she’s my 90 year old grandmother after all. But when day two continued with more 8 liked my hair better before comments I’d had enough. I looked at her and said “Well grandma, I don’t really like your hair much right now either so I guess we’re even.” Of course she was shocked and my mother yelled my name in an disapproving tone. I told my mom “She can say whatever she wants to say because she’s old but every single thing that comes out of her mouth can not be negative if she doesn’t want me to say something crazy to her.”
I stood my ground as they continued to be shocked.
Ok, so I have big, curly natural hair.
So I was on the bus with another black girl and this was the conversation…
Girl: Your hair is really pretty.
Me: Thank you!
Girl: But you know this whole “natural hair” thing…It’s getting really old and it’s sooooo unoriginal. Like it doesn’t look good on a lot of people.
Me: Oh. *winces*
Me: *what I should have said:* Yeah, totally! Your 18-inch ombre weave is definitely some shit I’ve never seen before. Well done!
True story.
Oh! Last one.
China is so fun (and by fun, I mean strange) for natural girls. My co-worker (who is also natural and often wears her hair in twists) and I were waiting to buy train tickets into Beijing. Two older Chinese women are behind us and start chattering quickly and loudly. Quickly realizing that one of us understood Chinese, they began shooting off questions to her (in Chinese):
Are you American?
Is that your real hair?
Is that her real hair?
Can you make your hair like hers?
Can she do her hair like yours?
Can I touch it?
*She answers them but won’t let them touch*
The man in front of us, who is also Chinese but speaks English, laughs quietly at their persistence. He turns and briefly informs, “they like your hair”.
Uh huh.
I’m presently living in China and working. In a land of 98% naturally straight hair, I can’t help but stick out.
One day I was particularly frustrated with my hair (having tried a new conditioner that just didn’t work for me and left me with extremely dry curls). I started pushing my hair back and bobby pinning (with about 15 minutes to spare before my class started). My learning partner (who is Chinese) was sitting in the room watching me…transform. I decided to do a faux-hawk. When I turned around she gasped, “Oh my goodness! You look like a rooster (which just happens to be my Chinese sign)!”
I go down the stairs to meet my class and all the “local” (Chinese) staff and parents are in awe.
“I like your hair,” one of the parents says in careful English.
My learning partner cues in quickly, “It’s natural. It grows like that.” In English, then in Chinese. The mothers nod with interest.
What’s been most interesting. When buying products, Chinese salespeople take a large amount of pride in telling you what they think you need. Not having met with many people with a curl pattern like mine, they tend to push shampoo into my hands.
“I want this,” I explain in the little Chinese I have picked up, and grab the conditioner. They don’t understand. And it isn’t for them to understand. They just smile and nod.
I was in the girl’s locker room at school changing my clothes for gym, when this black girl said, “I love your hair how did you get it like that?” (There is only three other natural that I have seen at my school. The rest have relaxers or wear weaves). “I just twist it a nigh and take it out in the morning…” The girl keep asking more questions about my hair, when I felt something literally digging in my scalp. I glance up to look in the mirror and see a different girl (also black) behind me exploring my scalp. I guess she noticed me looking because she quickly retracted her hand and said, “your hair…it’s so soft.” I plastered a little smile on my face and replied, “well thank you.” That was my first time getting weave checked.
Once I had just got my hair done in a protective style because that previous week I had my curls coils out a lot. and i was like i better go ahead and get it done. so I got some poetic Justice braides. with beads on the end. I went to school and my blonde. Friend girlS goes. “Omg now why’d you go and do that?” And I’m like “what?” And she goes “your hair? i thought you were natural ” and I’m like ” i am natural (giving her a confused look). And she’s like “no your not with all that in ur hair …. I like it bettter the other way” and my other blonde girl friend goes “It doesn’t look right it looks bettee the other way” and inside my head I’m over here getting selfconcious . and so one of my friends goes I like it it looks nice. (Maybe she detected the hurt on my face but idk) i guess their just really used to my curls. but that was so uncalled for.
Well, I was sitting in a whirlpool with my two classmates. They both have absolutly straight hair. In the whirlpool they had those tiny tight buns (you know what I mean, right? :D) and I had a loose bun and I let some curls frame my face.
One of the girls looked at me and then asked: ‘Is your hair curly even when it’s wet?’
ok now that was really funny!!! :-D Jade
So, I’m mixed but I have really really light skin. I look like a white person with a big ass fro, which is awesome and I’m proud of it! But about 2 years ago when I first big chopped, I was dating this guy who had extremely rude parents. And when these parents saw my fro, the father said that I should go “join a circus with that thing. It would make a great attraction.” What?! You ain’t ever seen a white girl with a fro before?! The so-called loving boyfriend didn’t even defend me. That relationship did not last long. Thankfully I had been taught a good bit of fro love before that, so my confidence wasn’t too bruised by the comment. Oh and the guy that made the comment was bald (nothing against baldness).
A previous mentor asked if I’d lost a bet when I went natural.
lmbo !! Comic material !!
So I work with a group of kindergarteners (none of whom are used to seeing black hair), and one day I decided to wear my hair in a HUGE afro. When I walked, in the kids were shocked. It’s a lot to take in when your only five years old. Their little minds were trying to comprehend my big hair. Then, suddenly, one of the kids shouts “Ms. Elissa’s hair is FUZZY!”. Fuzzy? Like the the Cookie Monster, fuzzy? And all of the kids chime in and call my hair “fuzzy”. I laughed and explained to them that my hair was called an “afro” and that it means that my hair gets, putting it in their terms, very “fuzzy”. The teacher tried to convince them to use a better term, but I told her I liked it. From then on, I always like to think of my hair as a “fuzzy ‘fro”.
My brither, who has the same curly has as I do but has practically shaved it for the last 20 something years once asked me a really weird question. He said “how do you get your hair like that?” Confused I said “huh?” “Ya, know, the curls…..”, he says. Then I wittily reply “dude, this IS my hair! You’d have hair like this too if you didn’t shave it!” To this day I’m still laughing.
I have a few stories as well:
1. When I was younger, I had long loose curls that went down to the back of my knees. One day, my mother decided it was time to get my hair cut as she was sick of detangling it (or attempting to). So, she took me in to get my hair cut. Little did she know, it would turn into a nightmare for me. Sure enough, the stylist underestimated the shrinkage my hair would have and I ended up having tight, corkscrew type curls that formed into a perfectly round Afro (looking back now, it was actually quite awesome). However, others in my school didn’t think so. Once I got on the bus after having my hair cut, everyone started calling me names such as “Puffball” and the “6th Jackson Brother” (so mean!). It was a nightmare. My mother even attempted to make it look better by putting headbands an accessories in it. It just added fuel to the fire. Some people still call me fluffy to this day.
2. I was in 8th grade when these two boys that sat behind me in English class would consistently snicker and laugh. I never knew what was going on, so I went about my business (at this time my hair was in a ponytail). Later that evening as I was washing my hair, I noticed staples coming out as I combed. Turns out, the two boys sitting behind me would throw things into my hair to see how long they would stay. It was their favorite routine and apparently they would throw wads of paper and staples at me until something stuck. It was so embarrassing! Luckily, soon after the seats were rotated and I didn’t have to sit anywhere near them.
i have two stories one cute and positive and one mean as hell!!
Story 1: I decided to go natural in 2011 when i got really ill i my hair was dropping and the relaxed ends felt like straw so i started weaving my hair and wearing braids to cover the mess that was my hair. My hair natural hair began to grow out when my health began to pick up so i decided to do the bc!! In 2012, I visited my sister and my niece and I were playing and she sat down on my lap and raised her hand to my hair. She then touched her hair and said auntie you have hair like mine! And at that moment, I felt like crying because she was able to identify with something she recognized. I Hugged her and vowed to be someone she can relate too in every way.
Story 2: I am a customer service representative in a company. I wear my natural hair and i love it and my customers love it and complement me on it all the time. One evening I stayed back after work to finish up some work. My then manger called me in her office for a chat. I obliged and sat down thinking that she wanted to discuss the work day with me. Unknowingly the first thing she did was asked me the most ridiculous questions ever!!!!! What are you doing with your hair? I was a bit confused and politely asked her to repeat herself. She then repeated her question and added that my hair does not look front line…….now all I was able to say was if you had a problem with my hair kindly put that in writing so i can respond to you. She never did and within that same week, she was moved. Sad thing was that her senior manager was a naturally curly like me!!! Karma!!!It bites back harder than you do!!!!!!
I was having a really bad hair day & a little kid ran up to me and yelled “That lady’s hair looks like a mushroom!” I was mortified
How can I send you a picture of me if you decide to do a cartoon character of me!
1) My mom and other family members have asked me before if I’m ready or if I’m going to do my hair when I’ve already styled it.
2) In middle school I used to always wear my hair in a ponytail. I was with my friend and someone asked me why I never wore my hair down and I told her it was because I didn’t like my hair and usually people say they like it but my friend agreed with me she was like yeah one time she wore it down and it was really poofy.
3) I was at a Quinceanera and my aunt told my uncles wife look how curly her hair is and my uncles wife was like yeah I don’t like it, it looks like lopsided. This made me feel insecure so I pretended not to hear but then my cousin who was sitting next to me told me I guess just in case I didn’t hear and I pretended like I didnt care.
4) I was at a convention and we had to do some exercise involving touching someone’s ear and a girl behind me reached out to grab mine but she kind of had to dig deep because of my hair and I could hear her snickering with her friends. It was embarrassing
Hi,
I got this comment from an older woman I use to work with. “You know I’ve seen these young men around here checking you out, if you would straighten your hair you could catch one”. LOL!!!! I had locs for ten years until recently. My hair was waist length and I cut them two year ago. I guess those were okay, you know because they were long.
I’m 5’11”, and I have numerous people ask me if I’m so tall because of my hair. Like, they think my hair is adding four inches to my height.
That, and I was told the ever popular “You look like what happens when you stick your finger in an electric outlet!”
My sister used to try and degrade me by petting my head and calling me our grandpa’s poodle’s name.