Curly Hair

All through my childhood, I wished I had beautiful, long hair. I tried growing my hair, and no matter how long I grew it, it curled up enough that it never passed my waist. I always had to have them in braids. Anything else just looked like a poofy triangle.

Finally, I gave up on long hair, and cut my hair short. However, it still would not behave until I grew it enough to tie it all into a pony. 

Other girls may have dreamed about pink princess dresses. I always dreamed about straight, shiny hair. Hair I could show off. Hair that would move with the wind and settle back into a perfect style.

As I grew older, I finally realized that a lot of conditioner and zero combing were the formula for me. I finally started accepting, and then loving my hair. 

I love that I can shower, grab some product, run my fingers through, and leave for work, with wet hair, only for it to set into the most beautiful curls. 

I love that when I shed hair, no one can see that I am thinning up there. 

I love that I never need to use a drier, an iron, or anything else that will damage my hair.

I love that people come up to me and ask how much I spent on my perfect perm.

I write this in the hope that someone with curly hair, who straightens or presses it, will read this and know that their hair is an asset that they can flaunt, not hide!