I have naturally wavy/curly, thick, slightly coarse hair. In my younger years it was a dark, rich brown with the occasional copper highlights. Now those highlights are gray.
Back in the day I hated my hair. I was a child of the ‘60’s and ‘70’s. Straight, fine, blond hair was the hair of choice then. Brown was okay, but it had to be long, super straight, and smooth. My hair has never had a smooth day in my life!
Over the years it’s been long, short, bobbed, shagged, cropped – you name it, I’ve done it. One perm – what was I thinking!?! Only natural colors to cover the early onset gray though.
A couple of years ago I began to embrace the bush that is my hair. I also found a stylist who taught me how to handle my hair. I accepted that I’m hair impaired and very lazy. I discovered CatWalk TIGI Curls Rock. My savior! And oddly enough a straightening iron that I only use on those pesky curly bangs.
So now I love my hair. It expresses who I am (most days!) and I worry about it very little now. On a good day it’s pure happiness; on a bad day there’s always a ponytail and/or cap.
Maybe learning to love my hair is the result of learning to love myself. Maybe it’s just getting older and not caring so much. Mostly I think it’s about recognizing I am who I am flaws and all. Not damaged goods, just a little wild and unruly.
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