Hair chronicles, we all have them.
Ever since I started to wear my hair in it’s natural texture, every one has an opinion. When I first showed up to work with my broken what should have been curls, I got many comments that insisted I looked like I stepped out of the 80’s. My hair was damaged and dyed jet black, I had curls on top and the ends where dead, straight, there was no revival. When I came back from Santo Domingo in February 2015, my strands had faded all the blue and purple that was tossed in there since I have been a mermaid in the island of Puerto Rico. So when I tried to correct the color, I started getting browns, all shades of them. That’s when I decided to go blonde. My hair was still damaged and it showed, so once April 2015 came around, I grabbed scissors and just started cutting. That’s right, all on my own.
Christopher walked in on me, and just looked at me,letting me do my thing. I was so frustrated, I felt ugly so I just kept chopping. He let me keep cutting, until I wouldn’t stop and at one point he was justlike..”ok, I think that’s enough”. I put the scissors down, and I felt a sense of relief. All that dead hair was now living in a garbage can.
By May 2015, I told myself all this heat was not going to help my hair get longer, and before it gets longer, it needs to get healthy. I decided to cut back on heat, and when a Dominican cuts back on the salon trips, the blow dryers and the planchas (flat irons) you get a big fro of an outcome.
I’ve secretly loved my curls when I was younger, it was just so hard to keep up with all the maintenance. And most of us know, those who have curly hair wants straight hair, and those who have straight hair want curly hair. Just like we complain it’s too cold in the winter, wishing it was summer, and by the time summer rolls around and it’s too hot, we we’re wishing it was cold again. We just don’t know what the hell want.
My short little blonde curly fro made me feel okay when it was behaving, the shape could have used some work, but I was okay with it. I wasn’t in love with it. Now that it’s finally getting just a tiny bit longer, I’m feeling more comfortable in my skin. I have learned to looove my fro, and now when I have straight hair, I start missing my curls, I feel so regular and boring.
I’ve tried my best to stop the hair dyes, I used to dye my hair like every 2 months, and it wasn’t up keeps, it was a drastic change every time. I couldn’t do that anymore. My blonde is almost at the bottom, I keep cutting sometimes to get rid of dead hair, and the darker roots are starting to blend in.
I still have so much work to do, and my hair journey isn’t over yet. I still find myself tempted to dye my hair. I was thinking of adding more blonde, since it’s fading so much, but I talked myself out of it… just let it be Milli.
I still get picked on sometimes. I get comments like “oh, you forgot to brush your hair today?” or “Ah, your hair is so big it scared me!” but you know what I always get more people who love it, always want touch it, people who tell me “omg, I love it when you have it curly!” or ” your fro gives me life!”.
For every one person who gives me a negative comment, I get 5 who adore it. And no matter what any one elses opinion is, I don’t do it for you. I do it for me, and at the end of the day, if you don’t like it…then don’t look at me.