Thanks for covering my not-attractive-when-bald head. Thanks for blowing in the breeze, keeping my head warm in the snow, and obeying when I pull you up into a tight ponytail or bun. I haven’t always, but right now, I really like you. And I want to say thanks.
Thanks for being red and curly (just like dad’s!) when i was a little tyke.
Thanks for making my sister and I look adorably innocent for a period of time, while you were straight and blond.
Thanks for enduring endless knots and “ratsnests” as I forget about brushing you while I played in the woods, and dirt, getting quite a bit of sap stuck in you.
I now understand that below is not your fault. Curly, frizzy hair was new to me and my mother (thanks puberty) and I really didn’t know what to do with you. So i brushed you. Poor decisions. (as evidenced below. am i really publishing this?)
Thanks for enduring awkward tween/teen years as I pulled bangs out of pony tails, experimented with straightening and just generally didn’t know what the heck to do with you.
Thank you for being curly. Thank you for letting the sun give my strawberry-blonde locks highlights, which look better than any professional can do. Thanks for enduring the occasional straightener. I’m doing that much less now if you noticed. I’ve embraced my curls. Thanks for not extending the 10 minutes it takes for me to get ready every morning, by requiring that you be blown dry, or straightened or curled. Thanks for getting ready by air.
We’ve had our good days and our bad days, and it’s been an off-and-on relationship. It’s a long time coming, but I can now for sure say that i love you hair, so Thank you.
Do you have a love or hate relationship with your hair? are you pro-dying/ curling/ straightening or au naturale? please do tell!