As a child my Sundays began with an early morning song from Daddy followed by a twenty odd minute hair oil massage by Mum. I will be lying if I said I enjoyed that session. Oiling my hair was like seeing monsters because it was followed by a hour of vigorous shampooing. Bah! God, how I detested that time.
The special oil my mother made for me was a concoction of henna leaves and coconut oil along with some magic potion. I say magic potion not in jest. That oil worked wonders! I has lush long hair, I could have given Rapunzel competition if there was an American Indian face off! (Okay, maybe not.)
Long lush hair lasted a while, up until I saw women sporting a Bob cut. That was my downfall, that Bob. I got after my mother to get my tresses chopped off. My family was dead against my decision so I took up the weapon of the masses, hunger strike! (I was 7 years old) Boy, did that work, I was taken to a hair salon and midst the hair dresser begging me not to chop off my hair I got a brand new look in twenty minutes. I was the happiest. I did not have to plat my hair anymore, no more ribbons, bands and many such trappings. I was free.
Until I got bored. A week into the hair cut.
I did not have fancy hairstyles anymore, I just had a Bob. I was infuriated because no one spoke of how nice my hair looked anymore. It was time to get back what I had lost. It was time to sit down for an oil massage. It took me about fourteen years, a number of good and bad haircuts and a LOT of oil massages to get the length I always had.
Fourteen years. I am not kidding. My teenage rebellion took me through some really bad haircuts the worst of them being the Razer cut. *Horrors* They took me through "I refuse to oil my hair because it stinks like hell" days too. The "I will iron my hair till they die" days and many more. Result of which, I had BAD hair that were brittle and damaged.
At 20 I decided enough was enough. My mother who had given up hope of my ever sitting down for a hair oiling session was the happiest. She made the magic potion again and lo and behold, it worked. My sad, damaged, dull and utterly ugly hair were on the road to recovery.
Four years later, I have healthy hair once again. *Tears of joy*
Lets face it, we all have bad hair days. But a bad hair year going on years is just depressing.
Oil them, go for hair spas, comb them regularly. Please, use a shampoo that works on your hair and not because its been advertised well. CONDITION, you must! Most importantly, eat well, those green vegetables sure pack a punch of goodness. (Yum, broccoli, no?) I speak from experience, so trust me when I say they can go from being brittle and coarse to being healthy. They really can.
Moral of this story; Eat well. Comb. Oil. Shampoo. Condition. That is all.
Preach it sister!
Peace out.
xo
