It was at one summery morning, back in 1995. I planned going out to the mall to meet my friend, but one look at the mirror was enough: my hair looked like hell. For the first time of my life, it refused to look normal, no matter what I did. I brushed it, wet it, collected it to a ponytail, let it down, put a hair gel on it, put a hair clips, but nothing helped. My hair was so stubborn and just refused to stay calm. It just stared at me from the mirror, laughing at me, and of course my tears didn’t help. I ended up going to the mall with a big bizarre hat, looks like my friends’ mom.
Since then, I have a complicated relationship with my hair.
The other day, I was getting ready for a date with a guy I’ve waited to date with for ages. Surprisingly, my hair didn’t betray me. It was cooperative and showed understanding. The guy, though, didn’t call after our forth date, and later on I saw him with a curly haired girl. Damn.
So even though sometimes I’m cool with it, sometimes I just wish I had a hair like
Alyona Osmanova’s.
Alyona Osmanova
Alyona Osmanova
It’s smooth and silky, and I even dyed my hair to the exact same color, but its texture will never be like Alyona’s.
Well, that’s the story of my hair. And for a long time I’m interested in hair styling and everything that’s connected with it. I’d love sharing with you this love in my next posts!
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Posted 18 August 2008 @ 14:43 by hairstyle |
Just be cool with it