Memories Rewind: Herbal Essence Commercial White Girl Style

C'mon admit it. We all judged people by what they wore in middle school. The brand of your clothes could mean you could talk to the "in crowd" one day and be snubbed the next.

One thing you may not have realized that kids judged was people's hair. People who had straight hair wanted curly, people who had blonde wanted brown and so on. It was a never ending cycle.

I had just come back from recess. I sit down in my desk in my fourth grade Language Arts class and realized that my hair looked a little funny. I wasn't the type of girl to check my face or hair every five minutes, so I didn't have a brush with me.

I did something that I thought was normal. I tilted my head down then I flipped my head up. My hair fell exactly where I wanted it to. One black girl who was a friend of mine looked at me in amazement.

"What did you just do?" they whispered hardly able to catch their breath.

"You mean the hair flip? I asked in disbelief. What's so special about that I wondered? "A, come over here and watch this" the girl shouted to her friend.

"Our hair could never do that" the girls stated emphatically. "Could you do it again?"

Sure. By this time both girls were lunged forward, totally oblivious to the fact that we were in a classroom and not a hair salon.

I repeated steps one and two. "Wow," they said in unison. "Our hair just sticks to our head. We would love to have hair like yours."

I smiled at them and laughed at what just happened. After all, they had just given me the Best Hair Award (based on how many people were watching of course :)). Granted, they were a little inexperienced in the hair judging department, but I'll take two compliments any day.

Comments

Jillian said…
I want to vote but I was too late!! I vote for Large!! And I was a sexy flapper, sorry:( I just wanted to be hot after having a baby:)
Gwen said…
How funny!!!! I'm still jealous of people with beautiful hair!!! XOXO
Meg said…
you have the greatest memory :) and you're so right about the middle school days, I look back in horror at some of the things I would wear!

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