"Gimme a head with hair
Long beautiful hair" ~ Hair musical
My journey with my hair has been a love/hate relationship. I recall loving my curls in childhood, but at some point, around the time when it got frizzy enough to wince when my mother struggled with the comb, I began to doubt.
As my teens progressed, my feelings definitely evolved to Hate. I also had no idea how to style it. Naturally curly hair wasn't "in" back then, so I would spend what seemed like forever every morning blowing my hair as straight as I could get it, even though I kept it quite short. Thankfully nobody showed me the trick of ironing my hair or I would have probably grown it out, then damaged it beyond repair. Like all teen girls in the late 70's, I was obsessed with getting my hair to "feather back," an impossible feat with all but the straightest of hair.
In college, I discovered hot rollers, which actually worked great with my hair, perfect for the 80's. The only problem was it took at least an hour and a half every morning to get ready! I used them for many years.
At some point, not sure exactly when, I figured out if I just let my hair dry, it would curl almost perfectly all by itself.
All those years I struggled. And the answer was simply to Let It Be.
I'm growing my hair now. It's a project of mine I enjoy. I have finally realized I Love it. Better late than never...
|My hair today, a bit wilder than usual after a hairdresser had her way with it. I'll tell my Pre-Raphaelite story another day...|