It’s
not that I don’t try.
In
a year, I get my hair colored about ten times, plus once for highlights. I get it cut about six. I have a keratin treatment once. And I buy the
best products. Yet still, my hair almost
never looks good, except for those occasions when someone else takes over.
And
now that it’s summer, my hair looks particularly bad. It’s short and frizzy and looks unhip and unstyled. I like a windswept look but mine just looks
messy. I can still hear my father. “I’m
not going to say anything, but let me just ask you a question. Do you really think your hair looks good like
that?” Comments like this caused our biggest fights
growing up.
And I believed then, as I do now, that my hair looked good. Here’s a picture taken in Florida in 1972.
But
were my father to ask me that same question today, I’d probably break into
tears and scream, “No, I don’t think it looks good. It looks awful. I hate it.”
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