Everyday of my life, my mom had always combed and styled my hair. She would usually do my hair the night before, and all I would have to do is tie my scarf around my hair. For the first day of school, I asked my mom to do my hair that morning so it would look nice. She did my hair in my regular hairstyle, 5 ponytails with the barrettes on the end. All of the barrettes matched the color of the outfit I had on that day.
I arrived to school and went into my new classroom. Everyone stopped their conversation to turn and look at me. I looked around the classroom and noticed that all the females either had their hair in one ponytail or had it pressed and curled into a style. My hair was styled like the 3rd or 4th graders at that school. I was so embarrassed that I wanted to cry! It didn’t help much that the teacher made me sit in front of the classroom where everyone could see me.
From that point on, I never let my mom do my hair anymore. I would always wear one ponytail to school. Needless to say, I never had any female friends that school year. As much as I tried, no one wanted to talk to me. I eventually gave up on trying to make friends and kept to myself. I became lucky when we moved into another neighb...