Hair confession time, mine is secretly very curly. That is one thing that not lots of people appear to learn about me, together with my very own father-in-law.
Nevertheless it’s true; my actual hair doppelgängers are Unique Orphan Annie and Bonnie Langford, circa the Nineteen Eighties (we’d make a sensible lady group).
I feel rising up you all the time covet what you possibly can’t have, don’t you? So I all the time needed a) straight hair that you may simply crimp, particularly utilizing the twirly crimping software that got here with that Barbie (crimped hair! Keep in mind that?!) b) The ever present entrance quiff all my teenage mates with straight hair had (with hindsight, not such a fantastic look, thanks curls) c) Pretty shiny straight thick hair and a pleasant straight fringe like little Natalie Portman in Leo.
Individuals would all the time say my curly hair was stunning and enviable and I’m certain it was. However whereas I’d like to say that in some unspecified time in the future I embraced my curls, in my mid-20s I noticed the sunshine, discovered GHDs and have by no means regarded again.
And whereas me – and hopefully everybody – is nicely previous the poker-straight-90s-popstar-Atomic-Kitten part – fortunately – I’ve straightened my very own hair on and off and never worn it correctly curly, solely vaguely wavy, in a protracted whereas. Aside from transient forays on vacation and after having infants. Curls simply aren’t me, anymore.
However not too long ago, I’ve actually been fascinated with straightening my very own hair and the influence it might need on my curly haired youngsters.
When pregnant with each my women the hair color factor was massive query mark, by no means the considered curls. Each had been born with poker straight hair and I by no means actually considered it (and never a lot about mine both…it’s unimaginable to care while you’re dry shampooed to the max, pram pushing and toddler hand holding and may now not whip out the emergency umbrella on the slightest signal of moisture within the air).
However each of mine are actually blessed with a halo of lovely, ‘dragged by way of a bush’ curls they’ll by no means let me get a brush close to. Clearly, I feel it’s stunning. However not too long ago on the hairdressers, one in all them turned to me and stated ‘I need straight hair identical to yours!’ It stung, a bit – like a hair straightener burn to the ear.
And it’s actually made me assume. What’s it educating them if on one hand I’m saying that their hair is superb (which is it) however I’m straightening the identical characteristic out of mine out on the identical time?
Is there a straight reply to this? I’m undecided. There’s extra to life than hair, I do know, however just like the hashtag goes…#straighthairdontcare…however ought to I?