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My hair and I, we go a long way back. I was lucky to be blessed with a head of thick hair, and lots of it. When I was a baby, my mom had to blow dry my hair after my baths or else it would take all day to dry.
But with the blessing of thick hair comes the curse of adolescence. I had no idea how to care for my unruly mane. There was frizz, greasy bangs parted in the middle of my greasy forehead, frightening cowlicks and waves, and general mayhem. Oh yeah, and I was really chubby. (And wearing a bow tie for my eighth grade graduation?) What a spectacular combination.
I lost weight, learned the art of blow drying and straightening, and the ugly duckling became a swan.
A swan with tragically poor judgment who thought it would be a neat idea to cut off all her hair and dye it a frighteningly dark shade of auburn.
Augh. This photo still makes me cringe. What happened after, however, was even worse. The novelty of being a redhead wore off after a couple weeks and I decided to return to the blonde of my past. I ended up literally burning off the top quarter of my hair in a home dye-job gone bad and it took over a year to grow out the charred ends. I don’t have any photos of that experience, and for that I am grateful.
Last winter, my hair was at its best. And so was I. I had just lost all of my baby weight and then some. I had perfected the Whoorl Curl and was having fun working with my hair.
Then I went and got pregnant again, lost my svelte figure and chopped off all my hair into a bob. I am presently growing my hair out (again).