Dating a girl as tall as you
" If I remember correctly, he actually laughed slightly as he asked the question. The truth was that I just thought she was cute, and she liked me back, so we started dating.
I remember having the same mindset myself at that age. Granted, no one hopes for this outcome and we have these peripheral ideas about needing time with a person to test the relationship, but in the end of the day, serial relationships do more harm than good.
Before that, I’ve relaxed my hair for about 10 years. The problem is, as I’m multiracial, my mother being white just never could figure out what to do with my hair and couldn’t teach me a single thing about it.
I’ve been natural for over 10 years now (Did something stupid in 2008 but that doesn’t count).
I remember hating my hair at that time, but as I said, it was manageable. I used to look at straight haired girls, envying their hair. I understand because it’s complicated and sometimes expensive to take care of this kind of hair. On the other hand, I find curly/kinky/nappy hair not only beautiful, I find it magical. The journey to accepting my height was pretty much the same as accepting my hair. I thought that I came on Earth with these extra inches, so that I had to deal with it. I worked hard and had to hush my complexes often, but today I feel great about my height and wouldn’t let go half of one of my inches. Still, like for the hair, being tall can be REALLY complicated because you have to deal with other people’s remarks, questions, and sometimes stupid attitude.
I wanted their hair, I used to think they were the lucky ones. I simply couldn’t see my hair like a strength, a quality, something nice that made me special. I tried to convince myself that straightening my hair made me part of the straight haired girls gang, glamorous and all, when I actually looked more like an old and worn out broom. That’s what I like to share through my comics, because again I know I’m not the only one going through this.
Most of us don't often think of Catholic priests as authorities on dating and relationships (in fact the popular belief is exactly the opposite), but the single most influential conversation I've had about dating was one that I had with a Catholic priest while I was in college. It wasn't very long afterwards that I broke up with her.
I knew him through my family and hadn't seen him in a while. Since then I've messed around with more girls than I can count, but I have never dated a girl that I knew I couldn't marry - because ultimately that is what I want.
In other words : that I should stop complaining about it.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.