But really, it’s not about the hair. Being worth it is all about mentality and being secure in who you are.
For the longest time, I’ve been threatened by the kids I guard that one day, they’re going to push me in. And each time it’s said, I cannot help but smile. The question always plagued me: “WHY ARE YOU SMILING AND HAPPY ABOUT THIS?!”
Here’s something new to learn about me:
My hair does not like chlorinated water. Actually, let’s just say chlorine as a whole is against my hair. Unlike most blondes, my trouble isn’t that my hair turns green. If it were that easy, I’d gladly go swimming every day and enjoy the green hair. (Natural green hair? Who wouldn’t want that!) Rather, my hair turns into this tumbleweed mess of a tough Afro. It looks okay, every one says. But if you touch it, it’s like touching bristles. The ends split something fierce in five different new ends and the hair is so tough it breaks brushes. Chlorine doesn’t make my hair brittle; it makes each strand a fishing line. It’s terrible.
Now, to those who say “But you’re a lifeguard! Don’t you swim to stay in shape?” the answer is yes. Yes, I do. Somewhere along my life line, I discovered that there was a certain combination of shampoos and conditioners I could use to treat my hair. Of course, there’s probably something better than what I use, something that only involves one bottle instead of three, but still, it works. As long as I use this chlorine-fighting combination of cond-oos, my hair and I get along.
So why, in all that is safe with my hair before swimming, would I smile and get happy when told I shall be tossed in the pool before I leave?
It’s because I seem to be viewing it as an honor. I’ve always been the type of girl who slides by unnoticed in the background. The cool kids would joke and would literally toss in their friends and I always wanted to get in on that. It was a cool prank full of love. To be considered worthy to be tossed in means you’re being thought of. Usually for a great deal of time before the toss-in.
So, yeah, even though my hair and I will be akin to Bruce Banner and the Hulk, I’m kind of excited to get tossed into the pool. But don’t think I’ll go easy. I’m ready to sit my butt on the ground before they even get me close. Ah, the perks to weighing more than what meets the eye.