Chinese Eyes

My mom used to get so frustrated with my hair. It was long and straight, shiny and sleek; all characteristics lacking in her own wirey mane. She would brush and condition tirelessly; living vicariously through my long, straight, shiny, sleek haired girl existence.

I, however, was not the girly, girl type that cared about my hair. All the efforts of my poor mother could no longer be seen ten minutes after The Brushing. While I was out running wild with the ghetto kids in my neighborhood, my hair became a mane of twisted and gnarled tenticles. It was my mother's firm belief that though we lived in a ghetto, we certainly did not have to look as though we lived in a ghetto. So she began putting my hair in a ponytail. You know that kind of ponytail that is so tight your eyes water and it takes a minute for the blurred vision to clear? It was like seeing through new eyes...Chinese eyes. Well...that was me. It is through these eyes that I experienced my world. It is these experiences that formed who I am today. Enter, Too Tight Ponytail Girl...