A Hair-raising experience

I was not blessed with a great-looking head of hair. I was unfortunate to get my mom’s hair type: really curly hair. When you are growing up during a time where a Aga Muhlach was sporting that all gelled-up hair and stuff, you can imagine how insecure I got. Even up to know I envy guys with naturally straight hair because they can do almost anything. Whereas I would have to contend with the miracles of science.

To give you an idea how my hair looked like before:

Why am I complaining? I’m absolutely gorgeous in those pictures! Hahahahahah! 😛
Anyway, kidding and puking aside, it’s really hard to have my type of hair. With all these shampoo commercials seemingly catering only to the straight, black and bouncy hair, people like me really felt that having curly hair is a curse. Don’t you notice the upsurge of all these hair-straightening treatments they do in the salons? They cost an arm and a leg but heck people are willing to spend money just to make their hair look… normal.

And I am no exception.

I feel great. My pocket is empty but I feel great. Two hours worth of hair relaxing and coloring made me a bit cranky but it’s worth it. Well, the picture didn’t do too much justice but blame the photographer (me) and not my stylist. 😛