Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Hair is only a Big Thing if you have Big Hair

My hair has always been a "thing" with people. When I was little, I had dirty blond curls that slowly darkened as I got older. I mean adorable. I was a good looking kid. Then I went through my tomboy phase, and bye-bye hair. I was at the salon one day and she cut it too short, and I just kind of went with it. I was mistaken for a boy more than once, was teased in 5th grade (my worst year ever) that I was gay, and basically had a white girl 'fro. But not a Justin Timberlake 'fro, with the cute tight curls. No. For some reason the curls disappeared and my hair just grew up. Or maybe it was just so short there was no curl, it was just so thick and plentiful that it gave the assumption I had longer hair than I did. Then I got some sense and grew it out.

Now, at this point, I didn't like wearing my hair in a ponytail, and was constantly being told I should try. So I do, and then never wear it down. The opposite happens. "Why don't you wear your hair down?" This has happened my entire life. I do one thing, stubbornly refuse to do anything else, finally give in and realize they were right, and then not go back. Enter new suggestion. My hair is just a big thing for me. My confidence level for the day is relatively decided by the look of my hair. It's one of the few things I can control (well... my hair has a mind of it's own, but most days it cooperates with me). 



Yea, they had Photo Day at school where you could have a "photo shoot" with friends... this was my "girl group" at the time, in our *NSYNC-style pose

After I went through my awkward ponytail phase, I scrunched my wet hair and wore it down. Occasionally I would throw it up in an upside down knot, with curls resting on top of my head, but it was so short I usually just wore it down. I highlighted it with blond to "accentuate the curls," but otherwise it was all natural. It became a triangle. See, the outermost layer of my hair is super curly, the middle wavy, but the inner layer, by my neck, is straight. So the straight, under pieces would mar the curly look I had going. And the whole thing would frizz. 


CURLS! TRIANGLE! GIANT BRA!

Right before my 18th birthday and Prom (they were on the same day, gah), I finally gave in to my sister and let her straighten my hair. Wow. I looked like a new person. The next day at school, I sat at our usual table, and none of my friends even recognized me. At this point, I was one of the two anchors for our morning announcements as well. Which means the entire school saw my face every morning. Shock. I loved all the attention and praise I was getting for it, and kept it going.


18th Birthday, right after I learned the magic of a straightening iron

Insert awkward phase where I grow out my hair and struggle to learn how to use a straightening iron. Insert awkward phase where I'm in England and don't re-color my hair (which is now pretty blond thanks to years of highlights) and have 2 inches of roots. 


Drinking Absinthe cus I'm cool like that... notice the one piece of hair that sticks straight out.

When I get back to the States, I return my hair to it's natural brown, acquire the "swoop", and by this point have trained my hair to straighten.


PS this guy, George, was British and sounded like Jude Law and I might have loved him... And I think I had too much swoop going on here

I get an influx of compliments on my hair and am finally happy with it. Straight, brown, and long. Then I cut it, because it's 3 inches of split ends, and why not cut 3 more? I get a pseudo-50's flip and end up loving it.

before and after I got it cut

And then what happens? "Why don't you wear your hair curly?"

So this weekend, I did. I was on set all weekend, exhausted, running on little sleep and lacking the energy to blow dry and straighten my hair. And sets are dirty, so what's the point of spending all the time and energy, frying my hair, when it'll just go up anyway? So I let it go. I came home, took a shower, greased my hair with frizz-ease and mousse, and went to sleep. When I get to set the next morning, I get this:
"Wow, you got your hair done!"
"Did you get a perm?"
"Look at you, all dolled up."
and so on.


on set this weekend

It's ironic, since when it's straight, that's "doing my hair," but people never realize that. Or just how curly my hair actually is. And you'd think, 4 years of straightening would calm it down. Nope. If anything, it's curlier now than it was then. 


most recent straight

Everyone loves it curly, but I can't stand the frizz or the sheer volume of it when it is. But I finally learned, somewhat, how to do it curly and be able to manage it. Sort of. So maybe, finally, I'll start mixing it up. 

Doubtful.


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