Taylor came in to work with her hair down. It was lovely. It looked as if she’d had a spiral perm — all the rage a few years back, and still in style today.
I was stunned at how pretty it was — it framed her features and and made her face softer. Almost glowing. I had to ask, “Did you get a perm? Your hair is gorgeous!”
Others had noticed, too. No, she told us with a little scorn in her voice. “This is my normal hair.”
“What?! You have naturally curly hair and you don’t love it?!”
We all told her how nice it looked and how we would kill to have wavy gorgeous hair like hers.
Why is that? Those of us with straight hair want curly hair, and those with curly hair do everything they can to straighten it. I have spent hours and several hundred dollars on getting my hair to curl. It’s stick-straight and doesn’t do anything. It doesn’t even hang nice. I would have to curl the ends to get it to look presentable.
Now that I’m older and wiser (snort!), I’ve learned to embrace my straight hair. I wear it straight. Straight up, that is. And now I don’t own a hair dryer or a curling iron or a perm rod. I wash it, I color it, and I use a little pomade. I spend about five minutes on it in the morning, if that.
I no longer burn myself with a curling iron or get tired arms from using a hair dryer. I get it cut every six weeks or so, depending on how short it was to begin with, and I color it. That’s it. That’s my hair regimen. And I’m starting to think about letting it go gray. If it were coming in a beautiful white, I’d certainly let that come through, but it’s coming in gray, and I’m not so enamored of that.
My greatniece Gracie is still a toddler and has the most charming blonde curly hair. It falls in natural ringlets around her face. I hope she embraces her hair just the way it is. But I know human nature. And at some point she will look in the mirror and say, “I wish I had straight hair.” And she’ll spend hours blow-drying it straight.
I just hope someday that she’ll say, “I love my curly hair,” and wear it that way.