I have curly hair. Like, really, really, curly hair. It is not that big, bouncy curl type, either. It is unruly and hard to manage and terribly unreliable.
The thing is, most people have no idea.
Since I was in middle school, I have straightened it daily. I spent hours pulling, and ironing. There were often tears, lots of frustration, and a good amount of fighting with my mother and myself.
These days, I am much better at it. I have a good straightener and better products. Even so, it takes me forever. It is such a pain. It makes me not want to work out. It makes me not want to get caught in the rain. I avoid snow. It has a huge bearing on my choices.
How silly is that?
I love my hair straight. I like how it moves. How easy it is to get ready once it is done. I feel more polished, more together, and so much prettier.
Sometimes I feel bad about it though. I teach 6th graders. I tell them to be themselves and embrace who they are naturally. I tell them that they are great just how they are.
But what does my constant hair straightening say? Should I be practicing what I preach?
For the past few weeks, I have worn my hair curly a few days each week. I would love to say that it has been great. I would love to say that I love it. But that would be a lie. I hate it. I don’t feel like me when my hair is curly.
So, what do I do? Does this really matter? Or it this just me being ridiculous?