My apologies to Mr. Bowie. Time is indeed changing me, and my body has the memory of an elephant and a twisted sense of humor. I remember being a flower girl in a friend’s older sister’s wedding. I was 4? 5? 6? I remember my mother trying in vain to get my stick-straight hair to hold a curl. It did… long enough to make the 5-minute commute to the church, where it promptly let go of all curl on the spot.
Then, in high school, I got my first perm. (I’ve only had two.) My hair responded by becoming ever so slightly wavier, until about two years ago, when the greys started poking – and I do mean POKING – their curly, obnoxious selves out of my head. Now, even more suddenly, my hair is unstraightenable. I can control the frizz, but the days of flat-ironing it to a smooth, sleek finish – the one I failed to appreciate as a child – are gone. Even with copious amounts of styling projects, it’s an uphill battle.
So while I didn’t exactly plan this post and they’re iPhone self-portraits, this is indeed what my hair looks like when I let it dry naturally with a small effort – twisting large sections – to control the frizz and highly random kinks and curls it wants to do on its own.
It’s ironic. I remember DESPERATELY wanting “Farah Fawcett” hair in 6th grade, and my ultra-straight hair would neither “flip” nor wave and hold. Luckily “beach hair” is in style, so I’m going to give my tresses a break from heat styling and let them wave on.
The real question for the day though is … has your hair changed texture?