Worst childhood hair memory

OMG! Some of these stories!
I don't have a specific one but I come from a different perspective having been raised in Nigeria and moving to the UK at 13.

My mum took me to get my first relaxer at 6! I was one of those kids who would just let it be and not say anything. I remember it was just before my paternal grandfather's funeral. When I got back to school, I heard other girls saying I thought I was "something" because I had my hair "done"! :sad: Truth was, I didn't like the hair at all, so this just made me more nervous.
You know I jumped at the chance to get cornrows again (hide the odd flatness of my hair).

My mum had an accident involving a fish-bone and her right index fingernail, meaning she couldn't braid my hair herself anymore. That meant I was at the mercy of anyone who claimed they could braid "at the right price".
Once, I remember sitting on a stool in an open market getting my hair braided for hours (70 little cornrows all over because they would look neat for 4 weeks)!! SMH!:perplexed

Anyhu, I came to UK and I had to get single braids with extensions for boarding school. Imagine my chagrin, in a school where there were only 4 other black students (2 were my brothers), when I noticed that strands of the braids would fall out at random intervals! I hated swimming (for obvious reasons) and people would forever be handing me strands of braids (with my roots still visible in them....eeeek!) in the boarding house! :sad:

Don't get me started on the relaxing in-between braid installs: my mum would chose places known to be cheap (with possibly dangerous neighborhoods) and try to send me with one of my teenage older brothers to get my hair done! Needless to say, lots of scalp burns. Without fail, I would have to put lots of grease on my scalp to ease the scabs off a week after each re-touch! My mother is a stubborn woman, so this went on until I got to University. :nono::nono::nono:

I would then do my own leg work and get friends' recommendations (and slyly look at their scalps..lol).

I'm now transitioning to natural, after a year of self-relaxing without a single scalp burn!
The flatter, straight hair just wasn't for me anyway (I've known that since I was 6).

I'll try to post pics of me as a 6 year old with CBL relaxed hair later...(feels good to let it all out...sharing is caring!)
 
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Oh my! Same thing happened to me. Only difference was that my dad can't really braid or plait so we (my sister and I) ended up with these really unattractive fat braids, to which I think he applied a ribbon. Worst thing was we had to go to church with them, we were crying dad was angry as hell that we didn't like our styles and threatened to smack us one if we didn't stop the tears! :look::lachen::lachen:

CrissieD said:
My mom was out of town for some reason so my dad did my hair for church. He brushed it till it was HUGE then clipped one of those cone things (80s babies remember those things) about 3-4 inches from my scalp so it just sort of flopped over. He the brushed it some more I guess to make it "neater" I ended up looking like a troll doll and crying all the way to church.

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LMAO ebsalita and CrissieD...that was hilarious...

I don't really have an out of this world horrible experience but any time my mom spent detangling my thick, natural hair (BEFORE we discovered the beauty of Just For Me detangling spray) was the worst!
 
chrisanddonniesmommy said:
Having girls constantly pull my hair/braids to see if it's "real" and calling me mean names when they found it out it was.
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I had people yank my hair (they knew it was real). I tell ya life became so much better when I learned the fine art of cussing :yep:

The numerous fights with my mom. She left about 2 hours earlier than I did in the mornings so she would comb my hair while I was sleep. Oh the torture. :nono: I actually begged for my first relaxer and if I'm ever in a situation in which I'm paralyzed and my mother has to comb my hair, I'm begging for another one.

The pressing comb :nono:

Tryna be grown and mimick the styles of the "cool" girls...the fan, the jherri curl, the slick down bangs, the gelled up back, the mushroom...umm yeah...
 
Let's see...

1. Trying to use the hotcurler (stovetop kind) to make a bang. I was sneaking to do it so, when I melted my hair straight off my head, I didn't say a thing. I used it straight from the fire. :blush:


2. My mom putting relaxer in my hair and piling it on top, as if it was just going to fall straight. She walked away to let it process. My brother walked up and asked why my head was smoking. I thought he was joking until I saw it in the mirror, ran to the sink and washed it out myself. Mom called the hairdresser and said my sister messed up my perm the day before. She took me to the hairdresser and 2 stylists put MORE perm on my hair to try to fix it and get it straight. Needless to say, I had sores on my scalp and falling hair for weeks.


3. My Aunt, a stylist from Atlanta, came to visit. My hair was in a ponytail (raggedy few strands about 1.5 inches above apl). I was still saying hello to my uncle when she pulled a pair of scissors from her bag and cut my ponytail off. No warning, no permission. As she was doing it, she was saying "I know you THINK you have some hair but....*snip*... it'll grow back better". I was 14 and refused to leave my bedroom for days. I missed 3 days of school and nobody went off on this woman. She's disowned to this day. :rolleyes:


And finally, 4. When I was about 2, my hair was in 2 ponytails. I was visiting my Aunt's house (not the SHS) and was put in a playpen with my 3 yr old cousin to take a nap (yeah, I'm thinking we're too big for a playpen but, whatever...) Anywho, my cousin (3 yrs old) got out of the playpen, grabbed some scissors and cut one of my ponytails in half. Still amazed that I remember this but, I also remember that he was too cute to get in trouble.
 
Then you feel my pain !! :grouphug:
And don't even mention picture day :lachen: that meant the "fan" bangs were that much bigger . I wasn't wearing bangs they were wearing me :look: It is soo hard to find a childhood picture of me that is presentable :lol:
PJaye said:
Coco*Colada:

Are we related because we have exactly the same memories.:lol:


(I also hated Picture Day because it meant waking up while it was still dark to get my hair hot combed and styled by my highly experimental older sisters.)
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When I was younger, I was getting my hair pressed at the salon and the woman pressing it accidentally put the iron on my scalp for a good couple of seconds (it wasn't long but she had just pulled it out the stove, so it was very hot). I literally jumped, started crying and she apologized, saying, "I'm soooo sorry, this happens with my daughter too." I'm thinking, why not learn to straighten hair better then :look:? I had a scar in that spot for awhile afterwards. To this day, I don't like to have flat irons near my head :nono:

When I was 7 or 8, I had gotten a clip stuck in my hair so instead of asking my mom to get it out, I just cut it out myself lol. I literally had cut the entire chunk of hair out, so it was a bald spot. Luckily, it was in my crown, so I wore ponytails to hide it.
 
winona said:
The Hot Comb Sundays
"Girl I didnt burn you it was the heat"
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Oh my, these exact words was always said to me when my mom use to press my hair! Funny because I've been flat ironing my moms hair for the past few months and when she starts flinching talking about you burned me I say nope...that was the heat LOL.
 
Coco*Colada said:
Then you feel my pain !! :grouphug:
And don't even mention picture day :lachen: that meant the "fan" bangs were that much bigger . I wasn't wearing bangs they were wearing me :look: It is soo hard to find a childhood picture of me that is presentable :lol:




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Yes, I do feel your pain! :bighug:

Did you say bangs? WTH was my sister thinking?
 
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nappystorm said:
OMG!! Screaming, ugly, crying laugh :lachen::lachen::lachen:
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You didn’t have to laugh that loud, that last guffaw was totally unnecessary. You’re going to force me to create a thread lamenting the insensitivity of fellow members toward other members’ unsightly childhood pictures.:lol:

 
When I was 14 I wanted to get my first relaxer.

I had been pressing my hair for about two years and was so eager to be able to have straight hair without the hassle.

My Mom called over a cousin-in-law who was a beautician. I was so excited!

Well this person cut my hair down to a fro. I was at MBL before he got there!

He put some rods in and to my surprise I had just gotten a jheri curl and not the relaxer that I had hoped for.

I was crushed!
 
I used Sun-in on a trip to Disney World once.

By the time I returned...my hair was fried and falling out daily.
 
Natural Glow said:
Like other have said, the hair pressing. My mom and that hot comb off the stove.

Also my mom straightening my hair with the damn clothes iron :nono:
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This weekend my @ my oldest sisters house my youngest sister asked me did I bring my flatiron....I was like "No, Y" She stated she wanted to straighten her hair of course......my oldest sister was like just use the iron as a joke. I didn't know people actually did that......sorry:ohwell:
 
Open flame on stove + pressing comb + bushy, tangly, hair = :sad:

To my mom's credit, she did an awesome job with my hair with the tools she had. It was thick as heck and people used to say that I had enough hair for two heads! :grin:

My hair only started breaking and coming out when I started messing with it. :look:
 
My dad was in the Persian Gulf War so when he came home finally, I ONLY wanted to do stuff with him until he left, and would only come if he called or sit on his lap. Finally, when it came time for my mom to do my hair like she usually did, I refused unless my daddy did it.
Worst decision ever.
I've never had a whole bunch of hair so I usually wore 3 braided ponytails: two on each side and one in the back.
Mom told him to do three ponytails and she went off to work.
She came home to three ponytails alright: one at the top of my head a little behind my hairline (think UNICORN-style), one to the side above my ear with WAY too much hair in it, and one puny one in the back since he decided more than 2/3 of my hair should go in that second ponytail.
My brother called me "conehead" all day until I cried.
Dad hasn't touched my hair since.
Imagine my surprise when I found out years later that he used to press my Mom's hair when they first got married. I don't recall many pictures of my mom with her hair out from that time... wonder why...
 
When we weren't relaxed (my sisters and I) our older cousins did our hair and used thin-toothed combs on dry thick hair---no matter how much we cried or tried to run.

When we got relaxers----when it was time for a relaxer, the burn was just unbearable at 8 years old.
 
I remember being about 5 running around outside screaming my head off with my young aunt chasing me with a comb and my grandad telling me if I don't simmer down and get my hair done I was going to get whupped (he never did though I was his favourite:grin:) but that comb was so painful (the one with the fist on the end and metal prongs).:nono:
 
Being 10 yrs old & my Daddy telling mom I needed to have a pro do my hair. Well the pro took me in a separate room from my mom & proceeded to apply a super Revlon relaxer to my hair! My mom went on a business trip for a wk & when she returned she was getting ready to wash my hair & started fussing at me for cutting my hair! I told her I didn't cut my hair it was just coming out! She washed it & started crying; needless to say I ended up looking like Tootie from the Facts of Life- mushroom hairstyle, braces & sometimes skates!!!!!
Just a pic of me yrs before the perm gone wrong- I didn't need a super!

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CrissieD said:
My mom was out of town for some reason so my dad did my hair for church. He brushed it till it was HUGE then clipped one of those cone things (80s babies remember those things) about 3-4 inches from my scalp so it just sort of flopped over. He the brushed it some more I guess to make it "neater" I ended up looking like a troll doll and crying all the way to church.

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And Sister So-and-So didn't look at you, shake her head at him, redo your hair, and tell your mom what your hair looked like as soon as she got home?
 
As an extremely tender headed child just about every memory of my hair being done is a bad one. I'd cry and cry and my mother showed no mercy. I swear she braided my hair like she was weaving a basket. So let's see the lovely memories.

Cutting off my naps around the edges of my hair because they were too nappy?

Burning myself with the hot comb so I had a long *** scar on the side of my face for a long time?

Looking a hot behind mess because Mom would be too tired to struggle with me and thick head of hair and feeling ugly behind it?

Washing my hair with excitement as a child everytime my mom bought a new shampoo hoping it would come out like the ladies in the commerical and being sad when it didnt?

Seeing everyone cringe when it was wash day because my crying was non-stop?

Having to chase friends around who'd promise to help with my hair and seeing them run off?



Very glad I found LHCF. While I still struggle with my hair and it wont be modeling in any mags anytime soon I have learned to deal/accept it more.
 
I only have one major one: When I was 8 or 9, I decided to take the front section of my hair and wrap a comb around it. I have no clue why, just thought it would be fun. Well guess who couldn't get the untangled from the comb and whose mother had to cut a too short bang because there was no other way that comb was coming out. Worse idea ever.
 
My mom was out of town, so my dad took me to my aunt's house to do my hair. My aunt told my dad I had split ends and needed a trim. Well, me being a daddy's girl and thinking he could do no wrong, let him cut my hair. I cried and called my mom, because this clown cut like three inches off one side and five off the other. My mother did not talk to my dad for about a week. I was pissed, forget the fact I told him to do it. He should have known better he was the adult. He never touched my hair again. Even now, he just looks, he has a strict hands off policy. Lol

In first grade a boy had a crush on me. He asked me to be his girlfriend, so I told everyone he had cooties. Well, he was pissed and cut my ponytail off. My mother was thirty eight hot! I had to where braids for a long while.

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I liked a very cool guy who had strawberry blond, supershiny hair:love::love: he was a sort of Robert Redford miniature (:lachen:)

His little sister was my friend and one day he didn't treat her like a princess. So she came to me and told me his biggest secret. He used a hydrogen peroxide spray on his hair after the shower (:lachen:)

So I thought "if he thinks it's cool, I'm going to spray a whole bottle on my hair tomorrow". :scratchchI asked my mum to buy me that bottle, which was ridiculously cheap. My mum was pretty scared, but she allowed me to spray just a little bit of it.

When she was at work I poured the entire bottle onto my hair and then blowdried at the highest temperature for about one hour, brushing and brushing. I could see and smell the smoke but I was going to be just like little Robert Redford he would have immediately fallen in love with my hair, and me:lol:.

Which, by the way, didn't happen. I was almost bald and my hair was orange the month after. (:afro2:) Lesson learned. Never use hydrogen peroxide for love and listen to your mum.
 
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I've had several but I'll stick with the worst. My mom has 3bish hair and I have 4c/z, not sure if those are acurate but her hair is a lose curl and mine is a tight kinky. Well...anyway, she gave me a curl, I thought I was cute, and after a year or 2 or so I was ready for a relaxer. Then my hair began to fall when I was getting the relaxer. Long story short, my mom and aunt cut all of my hair off, and I had like a baby fro looking style:sad: as a little girl. People would mistake me for a boy...Horrible, horrible...
 
I was 8 or 9 and wanted a jheri curl. My brother's then gf new of a school that did if for cheap. The lady put it in and when she took the rods out I had no curl because low and behold i had a perm too. So her suggestion was to cut my SL hair to where the curl began. When she was done i had about an inch of hair hair left!

My mom beat that girls behind for letting that women cut my hair.
 
Lets see. My best friend and I wanted to highlight our hair like an older girl we both looked up to. She told us that she put peroxide in a spray bottle. So ofcourse we did it and got to spraying our hair. Well, one day when my mom was pressing my hair she wanted to know why it was reddish. I acted like I didnt know so she was going to call our hairdresser cause she thought she may have put something in it. I had to come clean and my mom was so upset for messing up my "beautiful jet black hair"

Then another time my hair stylist asked me if I wanted chinese bangs. I didn't know what that meant but I said yes. I was in 6th grade and she cut my chin length bangs so short. They were terrible. Then my Aunt said bangs are so "European" why did you get them. It took them so long to grow out.
 
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