As a child, my mother would let me grow my hair all the way down my back. She would struggle as she brushed my tangly, unruly hair. Her fragile skin would bleed. When I was in 3rd grade, I wanted hair like Peggy Fleming. My mother allowed me to cut off all of my hair. My family was not happy. It was long again by the time 6th grade came along. I then cut my hair again in 7th grade. It was so short! It got it styled after it grew a bit. My hair was hard to manage. Gel and mousse were barely a thing. Nothing really for my crazy curly hair.
I look at my hair today. I love my hair. I love nourishing it and putting in the crazy colors. White hair is like a white t-shirt waiting for tie dye. I only need a few products to get the curls that make my hair look amazing. A low humidity state also has a lot to do with it.
I have longer hair. My whole life I had short hair. I had it long for my wedding. My husband liked long hair. I liked it short. Now that I"m old. I like it long. The longer the better. I know so many tricks to work with my hair. Before I had nothing. I don't know what my hair will look like in a decade. I guess I'll keep growing it. Curly hair is cool.
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