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 !!! 😀
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.
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