A World of Rebonding - The Vain Story

I've come across the world of rebonding when a friend of mine came back here from the Philippines. Since I'm dying to get the latest trend and news about home, she said people are into 'rebonding' over there. I thought it has something to do with relationships -- a positive aftermath of 'rebounding', but my friend told me to watch the variety shows to find out what it means... So, I flipped the remote to watch "morning girls" and i saw the host interviewing a group of teenage girls. For a while I got bored by all the talking and then I realized all these girls have the same silky long hair. Did they have the same hairdressers I wonder, how can they get natural looking hair that is all straight and polish-y (it reminded me of variety show dancers in the 90s, when hair polishers was the in thing then). I wasn't blessed with the straight locks, in fact, my hair deserved a Spirit independent award for upholding the vision to be natural; then I remembered what my friend said and from that moment on I was awed by this miracle called 'rebonding'.

When it was time for my scheduled relaxing session, i called my hair agent, Michael. I asked for an appointment and injected a question on how much it is to do a rebond. When he said $300, I was ready to take Zoloft. As I attempted to revert to the way cheaper 'relaxing', Michael went to a shameless sales talk mode. He said why should I go to relaxing my when it can be damaging in the long run; as when I can "rebond" and make my hair softer and healthier. What I wanted to ask him was one, why didn't he warn me before about the long term effects of relaxing, and two why offer this service when he knew relaxing is vile. I know it was a bad sales pitch but my curiosity was stronger, so, i took the bait but not without a quick negotiation with the fee.

So, I got there and had my hair broiled twice, chemically-treated twice, washed and conditioned twice, and trimmed once. The parlor literally closed down on me, but I came out looking confident with a caustic-scented, half pound lighter, wash and go hair. The bill wounded me even though it was much much less than what Michael and I agreed on. In the meantime, I have six months to ponder going to this process again before my next appointment(which tends to highly unlikely). Did I hate myself for doing this? Probably, probably not. But one thing is for certain, I wouldn't get to use my straightening iron for a while.

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