My hair is filled with cowlicks and kinks and the longer it gets the more wild it becomes. Â The ten minutes that short hair takes in the morning becomes thirty minutes or more. Â Some days, after spending those thirty minutes, I end up with a mess of hair that just keeps falling in my face and I just feel like putting my glasses on and walking out looking like Cousin It.
Even as I fight with my hair everyday, I love it too……or at least I learned to love it. Â I’ve come to regard it as my best accessory. Â I’ve had it short and long and red and brown and blonde. Â I’ve had it straight and curly and also whatever the hair felt like doing. My hairdresser once asked me which side I part my hair on and I said it depended on the hair. Â Someday soon it wants to be parted on the right, some days on the left. Â I’ve learned that I can save some time on the hairstyle if I just go with the flow and let it part on the side that it wants to.
My hair used to be a traumatic experience for me in middle school and high school, now it’s only minor heartburn. Â What’s your hair trauma?
