1 week ago
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
i have big hair
I have big hair. My sisters used to make fun of my frizzy hair. The boys at church would throw tiny balled up pieces of paper into it. I'm not scarred by these things. I'm pretty sure I laughed with my sisters and loved the attention from the boys. We were old enough that they were my friends.
But my hair has never been curly. Just poofy. I've tried straightening it, but that just looks silly on me. I usually just wear it up.
According to many people, I have great hair, because it holds curl well and it's nice and thick. But who has time to curl their hair? And who even WANTS to have to curl their hair every day? Not me, says the low-maintenance girl with the ponytail.
And I never understood products that claimed to "lift" and "boost" your roots. The last thing my hair needed was a boost.
But I was wrong. Oh, I was wrong.
Last weekend I decided that if my hair wanted to be big, I would embrace it. So I boosted those roots and wore it BIG. Christian called me a lion.
I took a ton of pictures of myself in an attempt to show how big it was. None of the photos did it justice (hence the reason I took at least 20). I deleted most of them, because they looked like I was taking a picture of myself and trying to look all cute. I was just trying to show how big my hair was without having a stupid look on my face.
So after all taking billions of photos of myself (and feeling stupid in the process), Carly was actually the one who snapped a good one. So I stole it from her blog. But by then the top had fallen. I've got to master the art of maintaining the lion. Roar.
Go big or go home, right? Right.