This was bound to come up sooner or later as I’ve seemed to have had a hate-hate relationship with my hair as long as I can remember. I cut it and product it and pull it this way and that. The whole time it just flat out refuses to do anything except grow straight down like a shower curtain. No waves, no curls, I’d even take a white man ‘fro if it was on offer as at least then I wouldn’t have any decisions to make. I could come to terms with the perpetual tight curls and then move on.
I had little cavalier curls when I was young, an annoying fringe as a teenager and then since I left school I’ve gone with variations on the messed-up look – 10 minutes in front of the mirror in the morning just to make it look like I hadn’t done anything to my hair. All the while I’ve never been happy with it. Somewhere there is the right haircut for me but unless I get queer-eyed, I’m just going to have to continue leaping from stylist to stylist, (as they) strive to put right what once went wrong, and hoping each time that my next cut... will be the cut home.
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