Introduction post. The story of my curly hair: from rejection to self-love

My curly hair has been an irritation for as long as I can remember. I used to wish I had straight, manageable hair like the people I saw on TV and in magazines as a child. I wanted to fit in, but my curls felt like a burden, something that made me stand out.

I’ve tried so many different things to tame my hair over the years: chemical treatments, straightening irons, and a never-ending supply of smoothing products. However, despite my best efforts, my curls would always find a way back. And my discontent increased with every missed opportunity.

I didn’t start to perceive my curly hair differently until much later. I eventually learned how to take good care of it and to appreciate its inherent beauty rather than trying to alter it. What had seemed like a struggle became a path of pride and even self-acceptance.

This is my tale—a tale of rejecting my curls and ultimately falling in love with them.

Childhood and school years

As it happens, I had curly hair from birth. Yes, indeed, with the ones that most people on the planet presumably only dream of. Almost everyone in my father’s and mother’s sides of the family has curly hair; the only family with straight hair is my dad’s. I didn’t give this fact much thought when I was younger, but time went on. I was given the standard basic care of the day, which included a foam cap, a really clean wash, no conditioners, and a hot water wash. That was the case for us, at least. I shudder when I remember. Naturally, I would never again damage my hair in that way.

School commenced. Ribbons, bows, and tight hairstyles greeted each morning. Additionally, you are aware. How I liked those same girls with even thicker cuts and straight hair all the way down to their butts. No, it was admiration and the simple thought, "Maybe I will have it like that someday," rather than childish envy. Being the first to know how to do ponytails and braids, I really enjoyed doing my classmates’ hair.

Time elapsed. However, I’ve felt for a long time that I’m not the person I am. I’ve felt my entire life that my hair should have been straight from the start. I couldn’t get rid of this idea. I wanted to do it in some way, but all I knew how to do at the moment was comb my hair. I was mistaken when I thought that having structured curls was inferior to being a dandelions.

And then a trip to summer camp happens. I’m 12 years old. I’ve been nagging my mom about how I’d like a flat iron. My mom has always supported me. She was for any changes I could make.And then my mom brings it to me as a gift to the camp. That same flat iron from the market with iron plates. My first hair straightening. Oh my God, how I liked it!! You can’t imagine this joy. No, I didn’t want to be like everyone else, but then I felt that my dream had come true, to see myself with straight hair? And that very moment when I feel good as is, and so. I couldn’t stop looking at myself in a new image.

After camp, I came back to the idea, but I soon got bored with it. The middle school year started. Naturally, I felt that I would be better off sleeping than getting up an hour earlier to straighten everything out. I kept combing my curls as a result. I never let my hair down outside or anywhere else, by the way. I felt so ashamed. I started showing up to school with a bun more and more frequently because it was all fluffy (I didn’t know at the time that you just had to leave it alone).

Getting to know the curly method

And then I found the curly method when I was sick of all of this. I can’t even recall how I found it. It resembled a YouTube request for instructions on how to wash curly hair, in my opinion. And it was then that I saw a video of a girl—I believe her name is Katya—talking about this approach and her care.

Motivated, I decided to give it a shot. I didn’t always use conditioner at that time. I couldn’t believe I didn’t recognize my hair, too. Is I not a fluffy cloud after all? Prior to that, though, it’s important to note that I made the decision to act desperately on my own behalf. I chopped off my curly hair in a short bob. Since everything was dry, I made the decision to cut everything off and grow hair that was healthy. It was sort of taboo for me, you know: a bob was too drastic for my curly hair, and bangs were too weird on me.

And that’s when my life started to completely change. I began experimenting with various goods and altering my regimen. Refreshing was the only thing I disliked. I’m at a loss for words—I was so shocked when I tried gel on wet hair. Every curl is defined, and it appears that this is the perfect example. But my spirit cried out for adjustments. I eventually started working off after college, which helped me score well on the curly method. I was so exhausted that I didn’t want to do any of this; I just lacked the strength to do it.

Still, it would be more accurate to say, I still didn"t have enough love for myself, if I could put it that way. I haven"t felt the way I feel since childhood. And one fine day I decided to try keratin. After all, I still wanted straight hair, and this was the only method that would straighten it for the long term. I can already sense the horror in your eyes, like, don"t touch them, they"re beautiful. But I was determined. I thought about this decision for a long time, I weighed it for about two years. But in my case, I"m not a stupid girl, I don"t believe in the stories that keratin heals and does the impossible. My desire was banal: I want straight hair.

Keratin straightening

Yes, I did come to a decision. Do I feel bad about it? You enquire. And I won’t lie to you—not at all. I took a very methodical approach to this problem, arming myself with wisdom from a curly life, good care, and a good master. Since I only have one life, I have nothing to fear. Learn how to talk a girl out of getting her hair dyed blonde. Yes, it’s risky and expensive and time-consuming, but why say no if it can make you happy even a little bit? That’s what I experienced.

It seemed as though I inhaled deeply. fresh appearance. New me. Already, most likely for quite some time. I would just chop it off briefly and carry on with my curly life if everything went according to plan (along with the terrifying tales that the Keratin would disappear along with the hair). However, I’m glad I gave it a shot because I truly wanted to try it. All things considered, I believe that any hair can be excellently cared for. Action is what matters most.

How did this community come to be? Reviews are my life’s passion. I enjoy reading and researching subjects that pique my curiosity. While searching for reviews of Insight masks, I stumbled upon a review post that covered four masks. The way everything was explained, presented so deliciously and in such an interesting way, just astounded me.

I also came to the realization that I wanted to share my experience and my product reviews. I mean, I have a story to tell! I spent a lot of time reading articles here. Each girl here has a fascinating backstory! I gained a great deal of knowledge, including how to identify my needs and create care plans. Merely a veritable gold mine! I intend to discuss my keratin straightening regimen and the products I use in the future. I’m grateful to you girls for motivating me to do this.

It has been a journey of self-discovery to embrace my curly hair. Although it wasn’t always simple, realizing that it exists and can be cared for has been invaluable. What was formerly a source of difficulty is now a source of confidence and pride.

I’ve found what works for me by being patient and trying out various products. I now embrace my curls and let them show off their inherent beauty rather than fighting them.

I’ve learned from this personal transformation that accepting the things we once tried to change is often the first step toward loving ourselves. I wouldn’t want my curly hair any other way; it has become an integral part of who I am.

I had a difficult time accepting my curls for a long time. Curly hair can be a blessing and a challenge. My journey with curly hair has been a rollercoaster of emotions, ranging from being frustrated by its wildness to straightening it in an attempt to fit in. However, I’ve come to appreciate and cherish the distinct beauty of my curls over time. The journey’s highs and lows are described in this introduction, from rejecting my uniqueness to ultimately discovering self-love and confidence in my natural hair.

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