I am completely, entirely broke. More broke than you can imagine. At a time like this, I am so thankful to God and my mother's genes that I was born low maintenance. I was hairless (on the body) and barely had any eyebrows. My feet generally stay clean, if a little dry and not even puberty could change this about me. Regular waxing, eyebrow and upper lip threading drains so much cash that some of my friends in school had to give private tuition to little rich kids just to pay for these services when I could be all La Di Daa.
The only thing I have to work on is my hair. My hair is eccentric and rude and I have a love-hate relationship with it. Growing up, my mother used to have it shorn. Not cut, shorn. Not a good idea on a kid with round glasses, a heart-shaped face and curly frizzy hair sitting like a mop on the head. Result: middle school left me with self-esteem issues.
By the time I went to college it had grown at tremendous speed, owing to it's sudden freedom from the harsh scissors of my mum's hair dresser. People loved my hair. They called me Yoko Ono (minus the lithe body). So I started loving it too.
Then I came to Delhi, where the women are svelte, with glowing skin and smoooooth straight hair. My hair got me some looks from ladies in GK. They couldn't believe I was let out into their world looking like that. So I took my head to a posh hairdresser and straightened it out for good. Except, the nasty curls kept coming back. Then one day, the very same hairstylist gave me a haircut that made me look like Mithunda from Disco Dancer. It was so bad, I had to wear a scarf on my way back there to hack it all off.
When it grew back, thanks to the wonderful ladies at my office (Yes, you P, A, and S!!) and the husband, I fell in love with my curls again and haven't hated them too much since.
BUT, it always looked dry and frizzy. Like so.
No, my expression is not on account of my dry and frizzy hair.
I tried a lot of things. Back when I had some money I even spent a bunch on some expensive hair spa treatments. Nothing worked. Untill:
Tadaaa!!! This shampoo and conditioner duo from Dove Intense Repair, like little magic drops that look oddly like cum. I also use the leave-in serum from the same series. It is the best thing ever, at a verrry reasonable price. Now, before you look down your nose because this is off-the-shelf pharmacy stuff, let me tell you that I tried all the pish posh stuff out there. Body Shop, Clinique, the husband even picked up some Japanese berry shampoo which promised to grant my every wish.
I am so ecstatic I found this, I had to tell the world about it. I have been telling everyone I meet but it was getting a bit tedious to do this in person.
Now my hair always looks nice. Like so.
The curse of the curly has been lifted. Amen.