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