I’ve had curly hair my entire life. I legit popped out with a head full of tiny curls. Don’t believe me? Well I’ve got the baby pictures to prove it. (I’m not gonna show you those, however because I was a suuuuuuper pudgy baby, I’m still working off the chubby cheeks). Now, when I say “curly” hair, images might come to mind of TV shows and movies where the girls wake up in the morning with these gorgeous beachy waves in their hair. They’ll then go for a run and their hair still looks good, and then go save the world or some crazy shiz and their hair still looks good. Yeah…not me. I wake up in the morning and my hair resembles something you’d base a Halloween wig off of. I go for a run and it looks like I was electrocuted….twice. And saving the world? I don’t even want to imagine what it would look like at that point. So long story short my hair is curly curly not that “easy to handle wavy” nonsense that ignorant people like to complain about. Actually here’s a little PSA: please don’t come up to me and try and bond over curly hair problems if your hair isn’t curly curly because no matter how hard you try you can’t relate… you have no idea the struggle of not being able to use a hairbrush.
Now my hair and I were never the best of friends. In fact, there was a long time when I absolutely despised it. In my mind it set me apart in all the wrong ways. Every other girl in school had this beautiful, long, shiny straight hair that appeared like it was glistening. The exact opposite of my frizzy, tight curls that no matter how hard I tried would never just lay flat. I remember the day my Aunt first introduced me to a flatiron. She finished straightening it and I turned around to look in the mirror and barely even recognized myself. My hair was so much longer than normal and it laid flat with no problem. I looked like all of my friends plus, my curls were gone. I was in awe and in love. From there on out I would straighten my hair whenever possible. As time went on, the ends of my hair were fried and it even smelled burnt. It was honestly awful and by this point my curly hair was hardly even curly. I had literally straightened the curl right out of it. Luckily, the summer before freshman year is where our story takes a more positive turn.
I don’t know what changed that year or when I switched my perspective on things. I think it was a gradual change, just a part of growing up and learning who you are. Personally though, the end product of my self discovery was falling head over heels in love with my hair. I started embracing my curls, the wild and unpredictably of them matched my personality. I would take people’s compliments about my hair and instead of brushing them off, I started saying, “thank you, I love it too,” because it was the truth. My hair was who I was and I was done trying to hide it. I would never go around telling other people to go “tame themselves”, so why was I trying to do that to myself.
Besides, I liked the person I was with my curly hair. I felt more genuine and honest. I wasn’t trying to fit in anymore or look like all my friends. I liked being a little bit different. I liked the way it set me apart. My hair gave me a confidence I didn’t even realize I had before. I felt stronger, sassier (hehe), and more in control of my life. It sounds odd, but by embracing the craziness of my hair I was also embracing the craziness of life. Now, I have fun. Real, fearless, unbeatable fun. And it might have taken a bit, but I’ve learned to live in the beauty that comes from finally letting your hair down, and I highly recommend it (;