Curly Girls FTW

For Curly Girls, the daily challenge is to fight frizz, up the volume, and generally try not to look like a cocker spaniel that had a bad run-in with a garden hose. At least, that’s MY daily mission.

For years — about 17 of them — I was in a constant battle with my hair, determined to win, determined alternately to have either sleek strands as seen in magazines or the radiant ringlets of a bygone era. I remember mornings fraught with struggle – my mother, myself, my bangs. Then there was the hair dresser, a family friend, who decided to take a blow-dryer to my hair, sans diffuser, just “to see what we have to work with.” Then I saw the light. (And Angela, master of curly cuts.) And I let my hair win. And though there are times when tensions mount and I think I’m on the verge of hair holocaust, as long as I remember to daily wave the white flag to my follicles, peace remains.

Because while we Curly Girls may see every errant strand, every halo-of-frizz effect, every tired-looking tendril on our own heads, the good news is that the world at-large loves us just the way we are.

So surrender. Let those locks lose. Your hair and a bit of I-Don’t-Care will prove to be the winning combination.


About LE

PR professional by day, writer by night. Remembering life isn't an episode of "Saved By the Bell." Getting culture, not babies.

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