I hop out of the shower. I brush through my long, thick hair with a paddle brush, then use my fingers to quickly run some shine serum through my strands before letting it air-dry. This is because a.) I can’t be bothered with further styling and b.) my voluminous, silky hair honestly looks better when left untouched.
Can you guess how much of that is true? I’ll give you a hint: Only the part about me not styling my hair because I’m lazy.
Sadly, if my life were a hair commercial, it would be less Pantene and more Hair Club for Men…for a woman. My hair has always been kind of an afterthought, and that’s largely because I’ve never been particularly proud of it. Growing up, I played a lot of sports, and as a result, my hair was often pulled into a tight braid at the tippy-top of my head.
Cut to post-grad me. With a new, grown-up job and a desire to look older (oh, 21-year-olds), I decided to start wearing my hair down. The problem was, after years of wearing it in tight ponytails (plus what was probably a combo of genetics and other factors), my hair was…scarce. It was also falling out in what seemed like massive clumps every time I showered. I didn’t feel comfortable enough to wear it down, so I stuck to messy buns and an “I’m trying to make it seem like I’m too effortless to care about my hair” attitude. But the reality? I didn’t just dislike my hair. I hated it.