How my hair affects my success

When I was a child, I had this cute, short hair. Whenever I see another girl with long hair I felt sad. I longed for the day my hair will grow longer. I thought it would never happen but it did. I worked hard for it to happen. (Early lesson here: Just because it didn’t happen yet, it will never happen, ever. Patience pays.)

So it grew longer. It was beautiful jet black hair. I was protective of it of course. I used shampoo and conditioner on alternate days. I never used hair dryer or anything that might harm my hair no matter how much people convince me to try. I had a huge self trust that I’m doing the right thing for my hair.

Everything was fine until one day I realized it was too boring. So I did hair straightening. People reaction was positive. They liked it and I felt so beautiful more than ever. And when I heard from people that black hair makes you look older, I dyed my hair to chocolate brown.

You see here I developed this habit to listen to people about whatever regarding my hair. That can be okay as long as what they say benefits me. But I tell you, that was not the case all the time.

For the short period of time, I was contented, happy and was really feeling beautiful. I also felt belongingness to my social community because I did what was “in”. I even wondered why I was so uptight before. Heck, my hair was boring. I was so boring.

I felt euphoric until that day I realized the “hidden” effect of that “change”. My hair was damaged. Even so, I didn’t stop tending it. I just couldn’t wrap my head around the fact it was damaged. I felt damaged.

 The truth was I lost my patience and I was telling myself “It doesn’t matter as long as people see that my hair is beautiful” even deep inside I was hurting, disappointed and frustrated.

Good thing was, I still hear people say “You have beautiful hair” which makes me feel better somehow. 

There were also few people I let to touch it. Some felt for me but few of them teased me that I wasn’t taking care of it properly. They even  asked if I had time to brush it. That hurt apparently.

You see I was torn between what people will say about my hair and doing the right thing.

One day, I asked myself, “Why do I let myself be affected by what others have to say?”

I realized that people criticism was the root of my depression.

My hair was damaged, but it was repairable.

All I needed was self-trust, confidence and patience while I work hard to achieve that beautiful hair I once lost and never go beyond the boundary again. Ever.