Hot Like Ebola!!!: Fact 12: My hair has a life of its own

Alright, since the last 4 posts I have tried have caused spectacular system failure, I will try this one with no links or formatting or any kind of fanciness.

When I was young, I hated my hair. After it stopped being useful to make me stand out for commercial auditions, it was only useful to make me stand out to bullies. In third grade, my dad took me during one of his custody weekends and had it cut off from my waist to my shoulders at his barbers. My mom was pissed, but I liked the new me because There was, at least, less of that evil orangey-red hair.

In junior high, it had all groown back, but my new way of dimishing it was to leave it both unwashed and unbrushed, in a tangled dirty rope on the back of my neck. That system worked pretty well until I realized I actually liked my hair.

This was about senior year of high school, when I was gaining more confidence. My best friend Kayla had shown me how to wear my hair in the oh-so-trendy "messy bun", which meant that my hair looked at least artfully messy, and usually fairly tidy.

When I went to college, my next-door dormmate was named Alisha, and she had the Most Gorgeous Hair that anyone has ever seen. Long, thick, black, curly, and luxurious. When I finally screwed up the courage to tell her I was in love with it, she said something remarkable:

"Jeni, I like yours way more. I always wanted curly red hair."

Well, this news threw me, probably more than it should have. Alisha, whose hair I might have run naked through the science building just to attain, wished it could look like mine? After this, all topics were easy for me to broach with her, and it was she that taught me how curly-haired people wear their hair down (with gel and a diffuser, to start with). With the help of another dormie (Megan, for those in the know), I also learned how to straighten my hair in less than 2 hours, a real acheivement for my kinky hair.

Voila! I had an abundance of hairstyles I liked! Mary recently added another with the pinned up tendril look (which I am still mastering).

However, there are still some days like today. Days in which I wash and blow-dry my hair in preparation for straightening it. The way my hair looks in between the blow-dryer step and the straightening iron step can only be described as wild. Poofy, frizzy, voluminous, fluffy, cousin-it-esque, any way you look at it it is unmaneageable.

But on days like today, that's how I wish I could wear it!

:: submitted by Jenevieve, 11:06 PM
id="comments">4 Comments:

Alisha really did have amazing hair. I'm glad you wash yours now ;) today mine is frizzy and staticky because I accidentally bought 2 shampoos instead on 1 shampoo and 1 conditioner.

Miranda, at 3:14 AM

you should try living somewhere really really humid. my hair was glorious in hawaii - curls and volume and less frizz than you'd imagine... [wistful sigh]. i felt like an amazon princess.

today is a tendril day! hurrah!

Mariquita, at 3:09 PM

i have straight hair and always wanted it curly. even had a few perms. perms evil bad stop.