I have difficult hair. It is thick and heavy, and just wavy enough to cause problems. I have been wrestling with my hair for as long as I can remember, either forcing it to lay straight, or twisting it into a horrifying perm. I spent far too much time teasing my bangs into a ridiculous peacock, scoffing at my dad when he told me how dumb it looked. What do parents know about fashion anyway? He said my tight-rolled jeans looked silly, too, so he obviously wasn’t up with what the cool kids were doing. My dad did compliment the color of my hair, and I agreed. In addition to the color, there are other things I like about my hair. It holds a braid and a curl like a champ, and I only have one or two grays.
I hold serious admiration for my friends who have lost their hair while battling cancer, giving up a piece of their identity that our society is heavily focused on. I could live without my hair, but it would be somewhat traumatic, and I wonder if I would ever be brave enough to chop my hair and free myself from the shackles of products and styling tools. In many ways, my hair is as much a part of me as my kids are. I love it, but it takes work.
- When my hair cooperates and behaves, I take full credit. When it misbehaves, how is that my fault? Everyone knows hair has a mind of its own.
- Sometimes I look back on pictures of my hair. It’s strange to see myself in the early years without my hair. Later, my hair was small and adorable. There were a few awkward years, but I remember it all fondly. Unlike my kids, my hair has gotten smaller over the years. Whatever. We didn’t have flat-irons back then.
- I have hair with unique challenges, and I find it helps to consult with professionals who have experience with those types of challenges. Some people are great with kids, others are great with hair.
- There have been times when I’ve yelled at my hair. I’ve even thrown things. While it sometimes makes me feel better in the moment, I always regret losing my temper, and my outbursts never make my hair cooperate.
- There are people who are jealous of my hair, and there are people who are thankful my hair is not their hair.
- My mother thinks I have lovely hair, but doesn’t always think it’s lovely how my hair behaves.
- Buying things for and spending money on my hair costs more than my husband thinks it should.
- I often don’t even know about the things I need for my hair until I go to Target, and then I need so many of the things!
- My hair has been responsible for more than one drain clog.
- Despite our challenges, I love my hair. It keeps me warm, it makes me feel pretty, and I wouldn’t recognize myself without it.