THE WORST WAY TO WASH YOUR HAIR
Many naturals hate to wash their hair or should I say fear to for a lot of reasons. I will share some of mine with you in today's post. Mine was so bad that I rank it under one of my worst memories while growing up.
What were your worst childhood memories?
When I was younger I dreaded the day my mum would remember to wash my hair.
Yes! I used that word purposely. She remembered only once or twice in a year (I'm not exaggerating).
It was usually in the middle of a morning bath she would be like, "today, you should wash your hair". I remember how my heart sunk after hearing those words.
But why? You may ask... It's a long story.
Caution: Grab a cup of tea as I take you down memory lane.
The thought of squatting face down for about 20 minutes with water and shampoo running down my face while my dear mother washed my hair was enough to kill me.
We both had natural hair and rarely washed it. She did it the best way she knew but I simply hated it.
To me, it was sheer punishment.
I'm telling you a serious story. My mum can literally entertain you with this once upon a time gist if you get to meet her.
Till date whenever I visit and she finds me washing my hair she still reminds me of those days..... like it was that bad!
Wait a minute, why all the drama?
She was washing my hair WRONGLY all that time. The method, the steps.. Everything was WRONG!
Firstly, despite having medium length hair my mum washed all my head of hair at once. We knew nothing about sections or what not.
She mixed some shampoo with water in a small bowl. Then after lightly wetting my hair she would pour in the mix and begin to massage gently and then vigorously.
She would repeat this process twice or more depending on the need of my hair at that time (I don't remember her ever washing it less than twice).
Secondly, she had no idea what ingredients in the shampoo would do more harm than good to my hair. She tried to buy the best shampoo we could afford and just used it religiously. There was one that always had this lovely fragrance more like fruit juice (oohh!!)
Thirdly, after washing my hair she would rinse it out with warm water (a plus) and then dry it completely with a towel (very bad, you can imagine!!).
The worst was just about to happen after the enduring wash process.
My hair would be a tangled mess by this time and to make it worse, a greasy hair cream would be applied to it and finally it would be combed out section by section. No conditioners of any sort until much later.
My dear, during the combing exercise I would cry out my eyes and scream. It was one of the most painful things I remember going through as a child.
My scalp would hurt and my hair would break and I would be reminded that it is for 'my good'.
A huge comb was employed to do this cruel stuff and countless times, such combs got broken during the process. It was a horrible experience.
Today, I hate the thought of swimming because I know I have to hold my breath to master the act but the experience of holding my breath while washing and combing my hair makes me shudder.
I wish mum knew better.
Are you guilty of washing your hair like this in 2018? Please stop hurting yourself and your hair!
It's not a do or die affair.
I have learned to wash my hair so well that although it takes more of my time, I enjoy every bit of it and I can tell my hair is grateful!
Please subscribe for updates about how to take care of that lovely kink or curl on your head plus other juicy stuff.
Kindly leave questions and comments as they help me know what you think.
Thanks for stopping by, I remain
Princessliz.
Photocredit: Curlsunderstood.com
What were your worst childhood memories?
When I was younger I dreaded the day my mum would remember to wash my hair.
Yes! I used that word purposely. She remembered only once or twice in a year (I'm not exaggerating).
It was usually in the middle of a morning bath she would be like, "today, you should wash your hair". I remember how my heart sunk after hearing those words.
But why? You may ask... It's a long story.
Caution: Grab a cup of tea as I take you down memory lane.
The thought of squatting face down for about 20 minutes with water and shampoo running down my face while my dear mother washed my hair was enough to kill me.
We both had natural hair and rarely washed it. She did it the best way she knew but I simply hated it.
To me, it was sheer punishment.
I'm telling you a serious story. My mum can literally entertain you with this once upon a time gist if you get to meet her.
Till date whenever I visit and she finds me washing my hair she still reminds me of those days..... like it was that bad!
Wait a minute, why all the drama?
She was washing my hair WRONGLY all that time. The method, the steps.. Everything was WRONG!
Firstly, despite having medium length hair my mum washed all my head of hair at once. We knew nothing about sections or what not.
She mixed some shampoo with water in a small bowl. Then after lightly wetting my hair she would pour in the mix and begin to massage gently and then vigorously.
She would repeat this process twice or more depending on the need of my hair at that time (I don't remember her ever washing it less than twice).
Secondly, she had no idea what ingredients in the shampoo would do more harm than good to my hair. She tried to buy the best shampoo we could afford and just used it religiously. There was one that always had this lovely fragrance more like fruit juice (oohh!!)
Thirdly, after washing my hair she would rinse it out with warm water (a plus) and then dry it completely with a towel (very bad, you can imagine!!).
The worst was just about to happen after the enduring wash process.
My hair would be a tangled mess by this time and to make it worse, a greasy hair cream would be applied to it and finally it would be combed out section by section. No conditioners of any sort until much later.
My dear, during the combing exercise I would cry out my eyes and scream. It was one of the most painful things I remember going through as a child.
My scalp would hurt and my hair would break and I would be reminded that it is for 'my good'.
A huge comb was employed to do this cruel stuff and countless times, such combs got broken during the process. It was a horrible experience.
Today, I hate the thought of swimming because I know I have to hold my breath to master the act but the experience of holding my breath while washing and combing my hair makes me shudder.
I wish mum knew better.
Are you guilty of washing your hair like this in 2018? Please stop hurting yourself and your hair!
It's not a do or die affair.
I have learned to wash my hair so well that although it takes more of my time, I enjoy every bit of it and I can tell my hair is grateful!
Please subscribe for updates about how to take care of that lovely kink or curl on your head plus other juicy stuff.
Kindly leave questions and comments as they help me know what you think.
Thanks for stopping by, I remain
Princessliz.
Photocredit: Curlsunderstood.com
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