Learning to Live With My Hair - A Tale of Tresses, From Gell to Straightening I Found That My Best Hair is my Real Hair
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Learning to Live With My Hair – A Tale of Tresses

 

by Anna Aufseeser

Looks reflect your personality, right? No matter what you do to create a new image for yourself, your personality shines through. Well, no matter what I do I can't help but look like I spend 17.2 hours a day at MIT developing abstract theories in postmodern astronomical chemiphysics. My hair is brown and curly and frizzy and it told me: do what you want to me, but I'm not changing.

Trying the Trends - Finding My Best Hair

I wanted to look like a nice sweet pleasant personality: the type of girl who goes shopping at the mall and watches movies and has a ton of pics of her friends on her cell phone. So first I tried brushing the hair. Rather than neatening it, the brushing made my hair ten times its normal width and not much longer, like a mound of sheep's wool rather than a sleek model's do. It replaced the curls with frizzy strands of yarn.

Gelling the hair tamed it, but it also plastered it down. My hair wasn't a mound of sheep's wool now; instead, it stuck to my head. It was so shiny my friends could look at me and see their reflections. But it wasn't the good-shiny style you see in magazine ads; it was the sketchy-shiny style you see on old single men who go to frats, internet chatrooms and nightclubs to, um, see local bands and have pleasant conversation.

 


Straightening the hair did get rid of the curls, but my hair exploded horizontally. It was twice as frizzy as usual. Now, rather than looking like a mad scientist, I looked like I was trying too hard to look trendy, but instead of looking trendy, I looked like a bag lady.

Finding My Real Hair

Now I know: my hair is always right; I shouldn't try to fight with it. It looks the best when I do little to it. I don't try to straighten it or put in five different types of gels and sprays. I let it do what it wants; it looks natural. The curls are full and brown and frame my face well. And I feel better than ever about the way I look.

I look like the person I am: someone who is smart, someone who is interesting. And, yeah, maybe you could argue that it's an unconventional look, but my hair was telling me something that I was in denial about: I'm not a very conventional gal. The straightened and gelled looks weren't working on me because they weren't me. I should listen to my hair more often.