Hair Crisis

 Love-Hate Relationship With My Hair

       Having a wavy hair is like having an extreme mood swings. It is so hard to deal with, because every single time I try to fix it and make it evenly looking each angle and side, it is still has its own direction. There are times that it is so good looking and it is cooperating, flowing beautifully, making me feel like a hair model. There are also times that it is so terrible to look at, when I think I have got it under control, it decides to rebel, going every which way like it is got a mind of its own. And it is a very frustrating feeling ever to exist in my frustration issues.

Love Relationship with my Wavy Hair

Alright, let us talk wavy hair in its positive view, it is like having a friend who is a bit unpredictable but always keeps things interesting. Some days, it is like, "Wow, where have you been all my life?" Your waves are just doing their thing, making you feel like a million dollars without even trying. And about the styling, it can be a bit of a big puzzle with a lot of pieces, but when I finally figure it out how to fix it, it is like having and living your very best life or main-character like of life in a movie. Rocking those beachy waves or messy buns like it is nobody's business, and suddenly, I am the queen of effortless chic. But here is the real best kicker, wavy hair is not just about looks. It is a vibe, a mood. It is all about that carefree, laid-back attitude that says, "Yeah, I woke up like this". So that is it, despite the occasional frustration, I would not trade my wavy locks for anything. They are a part of who I am, adding that extra dose of personality to my everyday look.

Hate Relationship with my Wavy Hair

Now, let us get in to the evil side of it for a sec, wavy hair can be a real pain in the butt sometimes. One minute, I am feeling all cute and confident, and the next, my hair's like, "Surprise, I'm gonna do whatever I want today!" And about the styling, it does not even give me a chance to start. It is like I am trying to wrestle an octopus into a pair of skinny jeans, messy and it is so much frustratingly makes me want to just not go somewhere and not do anything I have been decided to, that day. I spend ages trying my very best to fix and make it look good with so much efforts, only for it to go full-on frizz mode the second I step outside, most especially the inescapable and inevitable school air. It drives me crazy most of the times, but there is time that I will just to let it be itself. And still I kinda love it for keeping things interesting. So, I really might have a love-hate thing going on with my wavy hair, but at the end of the day, it is all part of what makes me my very own version of myself. But still it is frustrating, so much frustration it just gives me, still I love it by being itself and hate and love and hate and love.

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