Flawed is Beautiful
Nobody is perfect. But everyone at some point of time does want to be perfect, so did I forgetting that perfection does not exist.
I was five or four, I did not remember exactly but I do remember the way my mom was brushing comb through my hair. It was terribly hurting and injuring my soul. My tangled hair was not only a nuisance for my mom but also a curse for me. Well, you might be wondering how brushing your hair can injure your soul. So, to make it clear, it possibly can if you have rough and frizzy curls on your head instead of hair. “Aah mom, stop it, please,” was the daily drama and now I wanted straight hair just like my friends, silky and smooth ponytails just like those celebrities.
Years passed but God, perhaps Gods, did not listen to me, I was still stuck in my curls. I was thirteen with puberty now hitting me and just like any other adolescent I wanted to look cool and smart but the thickly oiled braids did not allow me to look so. I desired to feel my hair flowing in the wind, brushing through my face and what not. I officially began to hate my hair. You would not believe it but I really wanted to go bald once.
When I finally decided not to cry over my hair, they switched on to plan B. They no longer wanted to stay on my head. They began to lose their volume. But unlike curly and frizzy hair less voluminous hair do have a treatment. Right? Egg white, henna, onion, amla, aloe Vera and the whole grocery was then on my head. And every time I washed off these my hair was again the same, frizzy, rough and less voluminous than before. But I did not lose hope and saw a doctor. The doctor said I must be taking inadequate protein, so she suggested me protein biscuits but how could a person in taking almost all sorts of protein rich diet could be short of protein in her body. Well, she is a doctor she knows better. However, my hair was the same after a year of medication. Now, I lost all my hope and vowed not to think about it anymore because now JEE was on my head.
Okay, finally I am going to IIIT Delhi, I am thrilled and excited but wait, what about my hair, how am I going to style them? Obviously, I would not want to walk around in oiled thin braids. First day of induction. I wake up, I call my mom, “Mumma, how am I going to keep my hair? Girls have really beautiful hair here.”
“Wash your hair and leave them the way they are. Don’t comb, just leave them and be happy. Accept them!”
‘Accept them!’ Why did it not come to my mind before? Well, then I did the same and that day I felt the most beautiful, perhaps because I accepted myself- flawed and imperfect. I went out with my frizzy curls scattered all over and I felt more confident than ever. Because trust me guys perfection is boring.
