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21 Oct

I also got a comment on my Pinterest profile that made me realize some people might think that because I draw all these comics about being tall and curly, I hate being one or the other, or both.

In my case, I simply have no choice, so I try to enjoy myself as much as possible. And for some other stuff too ;) I’ve received a few messages asking me if I keep my hair natural or not, if I have relaxed my hair before, and if I’m against relaxing.

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So I went from this : To this : Please notice the smile in the before pic, and the “WTF” look on my face in the second one. And so from there on kids started to make fun of me because I looked like a poodle, a sheep, a boy, the Jacksons 5… I grew up thinking I had the worst hair in the world and didn’t know what to do with it besides buns or ponytails. Then I spent a few years straightening my hair every week, fighting against the rain, the snow, the wind… My hair is veeeery thick and strong and I think it’s the only reason I’m not bald today. I also tend to find that a curly girl is always prettier when she wears her hair curly. But if I see the tiniest shadow of a doubt in her attitude, the kind of “I’d like to go natural but I’m afraid of what other people may think” I’ll definitely encourage her to stop putting dangerous chemicals on her head and to walk the path to learning to love herself in spite of others’ opinion. Still I fight with it all the time, and that’s why I find it funny to draw some of these experiences because I know – I hope hahaha – I’m not the only one having to deal with all of this. I went to the same school from age 6 to age 16, and during all the time I’ve spent there, the same kids who made fun of me because of my poodle haircut made fun of me because of my height.

A little girl screaming for two hours when you’re trying to detangle her hair can get really nerve-racking – I guess. I’ll never know whether the hairdresser didn’t like me or if she had missed a class in hairdressing school, but she relaxed my hair from the roots to the ends everytime I went there, which means every two months for 2 years. And to have the courage and the pride to BE who you are, under everybody else’s eyes, THAT’S magical. If a girl relaxes her hair, I will respect her choice.

I only knew my hair looked like sh*t, was dry as the Sahara, and almost cut my cheeks at night because it was so hard. There’s something magical about a woman who walks proudly in the street with this big, voluminous, “do-you-have-something-to-say? She couldn’t care less about what products or beauty ideal the magazines are trying to sell her. I definitely wasn’t the tallest girl in the runway shows, and wearing heels seemed to be normal for all these giant beautiful girls so I started to think being tall wasn’t that of a curse.

The only thing that mattered to me by then was that it was straight and manageable. It still felt weird sometimes and I was having a hard time understanding what I was doing amongst the models, and I still had to work on myself a lot to stop focusing on what shorter people had to say about me all the time, but eventually it did help.