It controls me.
It always has, no matter how nice I am to it.
It's thick, and wavy, (but not in a good way...), frizzy, and flat, big, and out of control.
It's my hair.
Somedays, it's my worst enemy. Somedays it's not.
I see pictures on Pinterest that I envy.
There are some days, I want to scream at the mirror. You hair defines you, doesn't it.
It does me.
And why is it, when you're hair is giving you the who's who most of the time...and you can't wait to tell your stylist to change it, on the day of your haircut...it acts like the best hair EVER?!
That's what mine did today. Crazy stuff.
Styled perfectly great, in record time I might add.
But it was time for a trim. Time to get it thinned (yes, I have to do it it is so thick...), and time for a color.
Looks so much better.
Feels soft too.
Ah. Thank you stylist!