April | 2018 | Some Words That Say What I Think

As a child, I had a very over-active imagination.

As a result, I had some pretty outlandish plans for what I was going to achieve when I grew up and became an adult.

I have officially been an adult for several years now and I am yet to achieve any of the goals that I set out for myself when I was five.

I haven’t written a novel (unless you count the Warrior Cats fan-fiction that I wrote when I was 13…) and I know from previous experience that I can’t be trusted to keep a house plant alive for an extended period of time, let alone five ponies.

I’m not famous and the closest I’ve come to going to space was the time I went to see Gravity at the cinema and paid £5 extra for an ‘immersive’ IMAX experience, which basically meant that my seat vibrated a little bit whenever Sandra Bullock was in the middle of an action sequence or an explosion.

What five-year old me didn’t realise is that being an adult (aka. someone who is self-sufficient, responsible, financially and emotionally stable and just generally has their life more or less under control) can be a hard enough task in itself.

Nowadays, the goals that I set for myself tend to be slightly less outlandish.

That being said, I do still want to write a novel set in space and that will make me very famous and give me the money to purchase an entire herd of ponies…

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I have thick, unruly, frizz-ridden, curly hair.

As a result, pretty much every day of my life has been a bad hair day.

Deep down, I know that my hair has massive potential and I have spent my entire life trying to figure out how to style it in a way that expresses its true beauty.

Unfortunately, I still have absolutely no idea how to control it.

My hair is at its most tame directly after I step out of the shower.

However, as my hair begins to dry, it starts to rebel.

Hair It has visions of a new better future for itself – a future in which it will rise up into a set of full, luscious, voluminous curls.

Hair Unfortunately, by the time my hair has fully dried, this rebellion has deteriorated into something that it never intended or planned for.

Hair In my teenage years, I had a brief period where I genuinely believed that I could control my hair through the power of modern cosmetics.

I tried using a wide variety of hair serums, all of which claimed to eliminate frizz.

Many of the serums that I used were even backed by scientists.

Unfortunately, my hair gives zero fucks about scientist’s opinions.

‘Flawless’ isn’t a concept that it recognises.

In fact, my hair is probably the kind of natural phenomenon that would make scientists doubt their knowledge of the fundamental laws of the universe.

If my hair is particularly unruly, I sometimes attempt to make it more manageable using various hair accessories.

Unfortunately, this rarely proves effective as my hair is on a mission to completely annihilate any hair accessory that attempts to subdue it.

After years of struggle, I am now finally transitioning into a period of acceptance.

I have fought my hardest against my hair and have well and truly lost so I am now trying embrace it in all it’s frizz-ridden glory.

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