I’m going to preface all of this by saying that I really, really, really love my curly hair. I feel like it’s a defining part of my personality. I don’t always love that it has a mind of its own, but overall my curly hair does me right.
At my roommate Abby’s birthday party a few weeks ago my roommate Mary and I got into a discussion about how I used to dye my hair black. She asked to see a picture so I pulled one up, in the picture I happened to have my hair straight (something I haven’t done since college).
(Side note: Can you believe I used to pluck my eyebrows to look like that? I can’t imagine plucking them so thin now. Waxing all the way.)
She asked me why I never straighten it now and I said it takes too long, it doesn’t actually get straight, and it just curls again as the day goes on. She wanted to try straightening it so I said sure. On this past Sunday night we were finally both home and she did it.
As you can see it definitely still has a wave to it, it’s cut to be curly, but for the most part it was fairly straight. All of my roommates were surprised at how different I look, which is usually the reaction I get. Then I went to work yesterday. And I got these reactions:
1. you look so much prettier
2. you look 5 years younger
3. it looks so much fuller
4. your eyes really pop
5. you look like a completely different person
6. your hair is a completely different color
7. you look so classy and sophisticated
Now, the people I work with are totally nuts, but these were still some crazy reactions. Who tells someone that they looks prettier? And how awful must these people think I look every day?
I’m wearing it straight again today (above) and people seem to have adjusted. After being out in a bad rainstorm and sweating in kickboxing my hair was pretty wet and it got curly and frizzy, but I figured I’d try straightening it again and came up with this kind of bed head look. But tomorrow it’s back to curly.