I had me some crazy hair. One person (who will not be named – I protect my friends) even went as far as to claim that it looked like a lion’s mane. I don’t blame them, really.
This is how I used to wear my hair.
Then I had some babies. Two gorgeous, funny boys.
That’s when my curls said so long. Hormones – they’ve done a number on me.
The funny thing is, I miss them.
Those who have known me long enough will laugh at that statement. I have all but cursed the curls since puberty. Never really knew how to tame them. Dreamed of the day that they would leave and never return.
Well, that day has come and it’s not as happy as I had imagined. My hair doesn’t have the body it once had. I’m reduced to cutting it short and making sure there are variety of lengths to artificially add back in that volume.
Although I am very grateful for talented hands that can make that happen, I kinda wish I didn’t even have to think about it. I mean, those curls were sorta my thing. The thing that set me apart.
I have been using a hair straightener for a long time, but maybe it’s cuz I always thought I could go back to curls when I wanted to. And now that I can’t, I want to. Pretty human of me, I guess.
Or maybe I’m scared cuz it means that I’m getting old. I’m 29 this year after all. Almost 30.
Yikes.
The current hair cut is great, don’t get me wrong. But I think I’m throwing myself a little itty bity pity party. Or a farewell party for my curls.
Farewell, curls. I really will miss you after all.
