HUMAN as we are, we covet what we do not have.
Most Asians love having fair skin; so much so, that they use chin chun su creams, and papaya soap, and even resort to “gluta” to achieve that porcelain-white skin tone. Caucasians envy Asians for their brown skin.
They stay under the sun and even use tanning lotion to get that golden-brown tone. A friend once told me, Europeans often take those with golden-brown skin tones as rich, because they think that you vacationed at Saint-Tropez or the Bahamas.
We used to jump at midnight on New Year’s Eve, because of the old wives’ tale about increasing your height by doing so. I did back then, but here I am, still wondering why I look up to most people.
One time I was so mad at what my son did; hands on hip and about to scold him, only to find out he was taller than me. I told him, “Wait!” Went to my room and came out wearing a stiletto. He was trying to keep himself from laughing.
Those with straight hair covet glamorous waves, whilst those with curly hair long for silky straight hair. I was born curly. So curly that my Lola used to cut my hair short, like a boy, to make the curls bigger.
She was right, but I hated it then. Growing up, I tried all means to achieve silky straight hair - from blow drying to hair straightening, and the last was rebond. My son never realized until his teen years that I’m curly-haired. That shocked him, I guess.
He also thought (and even until now) that his hair was straight. He used to laugh at TV characters who have curly hair, never realizing that he himself was curly. When he was in pre-school, his teacher asked why he was always late. He answered, “Because it takes a long time for my mommy to fix her hair.” The teacher informed me.
I got so embarrassed and decided to have my hair done so short. Good riddance to the hair dryer, and that’s the genesis of my pixie cut.
The Pandemic came and there were a lot of realizations; one of which is loving my curls. Check out my mug shot above.
Reality bites turned reality checks.
