The Art and Science of being Michu's hair.

 Hello everyone. Welcome back to another splendid day which is going to be destroyed by this new post. You are WELCOME.

Today's post is presented to you by me, aka, Michu's Hair. The acquaintance is an honour. Let me guide you through the impeccable life I've lead.

Hair is a form of identity and I take great pride in being me. We are of different clans and for those of you who don't know, I come from the clan of curls. And it is in our blood to have fierce hatred and despise the others, specially the straight and wavy clans. This is only because of the partiality they receive with their enhanced beauty and quality. Not saying that we lack those. [Atleast we tell ourselves that.]

We are a symbol of status and fashion. Being a curl, we do grab a lot of attention. It is a challenge to uphold our pride and prestige as we suffer from a great deal of identity crisis. We are often compared to other entities of similar physical and textural nature, like noodles or poodle hair or coconut husk. A challenge INDEED.

Being Michu's hair has been an incredible privelege. I mean I say that now, but my life was not short of abuse. 

I recall the days when I was long and flowy. Obviously flowy is not the right word because I've always been very stubborn that even the wind could not move me from my initial position. 

I've often heard Michu describe me as dough set aside to rise. This was because every time she combed me after a good shower, I would rise into a puff without moving an inch from my initial position when I got dry. She's so rude.

My long curl days were depressing with constant harassment of being entangled and tied and braided... All the suffering I endured. I was treated as a slave in chains every single day. Every occasion demanded a new style, meaning more torture.

But in all honesty, she never liked me long and so did I. It's a fact that I was allowed to grow in height because she was training as a dancer. She gave me a few more years after that to grow but then decided she was done with this.

Look at the audacity she has to make decisions in my life. Honestly if I had a choice to be done with her, I would have gone ages ago. Her uncle is to blame for all the prayers to put me on her head. 

I remember the first time I was chopped short, no more abuse of braids. But I still got tied in ponytails. Anyways, the struggle was reduced atleast. 

But new year brought new happiness when she decided to have another chop at me. Now I could not be moulded into a ponytail either. Lord, how merciful you are. 

Now I stayed at her shoulder length. And she would, in her words, style me from the front of her head to make her look glamorous.      [I mean I looked glamorous. There is no way she can make that face of hers look any good.] 

And yet again, I was granted with the opportunity of less suffering as she got me chopped again. Guess what, now I don't step down the nape of her neck. I love it and I look gorgeous. Well I know you think the same too because I really do look great. I meant me as in Michu's hair, not her, because obviously she is just pure ugly. Nothing we can do. 

Anyhow, I'm enjoying my life being short and young again. This what I always used to be years back and it feels amazing to have come a full circle.

But I also have to mention how being a short curl, Michu maybe having a bit of a hard time. It is really hard to avoid people's assumptions. Literally every single person checks her out from head to toe, trying to figure out mainly three things:                           1) If she is a guy, a girl or a transgender.         2) If she suffers from a medical condition.       3) If she is a homosexual. 

I do like how she carries herself with enough confidence to be able to avoid unnecessary opinions about her. I know that she got me cut because she is lazy and incapable of handling me, but who cares. I don't. 

I now have the level of freedom I could have never imagined. No more abuse all the time. Just occasionally a bit of tug here and a tug there. But that's fine. What is life without a little hurdle. 

I know I took advantage of this position to roast Michu completely, but she does make some effort occasionally to take care of me and check if I am okay. So that is good I guess. She does have her fair share of concerns about me. Maybe she is not that bad. 

As much as you've all seen me enjoy my journey to freedom and my identity, I would like to step out of the box someday. Maybe try on some straight clan looks and experience their vibe. Throw in a dash of colour. It would be an experience to mix things up.

 [Trust me when I say that this decision is not upto Michu and there is no way she is getting that permission from her parents. Don't tell her, but this is the truth.]

Alright alright alright, there you have it, my Autobiography in brief. Michu should really think about letting me write a memoir. It's gonna do so well. 

So how are your hairs doing? Let me know in the comments. Also subscribe to notifications and follow me on my blog [as in Michu's blog] if you haven't already.

Next week Michu will be back with her stupid write up so good luck with that. Maybe you should let ker know to make me do this as I feel I am far better than she is. 

With that we draw the curtains on this act. Hope you all stay healthy, happy and safe. 

CIAO.