WTF is happening to my head?
I've gone through a lot of phases with my hair, the first being this horrible, frizzy mop of awful I sported up until 8th grade, when I decided I was "Goth" and started doing other stuff to it, like bleaching and dying and straightening. In 12th grade, I decided I hated everything about everything and chopped it all off with a pair of kitchen scissors in my parents' bathroom. It was horrific. Protip, kids, if you're having teen angst and thinking about cutting all your hair off, don't. Unless you have a license to cut people's hair.
In any case, I let it grow back out after that, although I did not take good care of it. I still dyed and straightened it, which is all fine if you're otherwise taking care of your hair, but I wasn't. I wasn't really taking care of much of myself at that time, honestly, and my hair really suffered for it. It didn't get brushed or washed nearly enough, and it just kind of hung there dead-straw-like for a really long time.
Then Jess came and I started thinking maybe I was a worthwhile human being who deserved to have nice things/hair and I started taking better care of myself. My first haircut in a very long time was done in Arizona, where I got about six inches chopped so that it lay just above my shoulders. I loved that haircut, but in order to make it look halfway decent, I had to flat-iron my hair every single day.
And every subsequent cut after that - I've gotten it cut short again a few times now - has been one that relied on having straight hair, which I decidedly do not. I've been fighting this fact my entire life; it has not always been curly, either, more like just waves of frizz. But it's not straight, so I have to make it that way with heat and chemicals. After bleaching out the front two strands a couple years ago for my Rogue Halloween costume to the point they nearly fell out and my hairdresser described the texture of cutting it like "a knife through warm butter", I decided to once again grow it out and maybe be a bit nicer to it. I started using henna dye instead of chemical dye, but in full disclosure, I have two boxes of the chemical stuff on the counter behind me because the henna, while healthy and natural and effective, is fucking messy as shit and REALLY hard to apply evenly.
In any case, I still straightened my hair every single day. Because I have straight hair dammit! Except, I don't. Except when I let it dry naturally, now that it's long enough to have some weight on it, it looks like what Jess calls "mermaid hair", gentle curly ringlets that actually don't look terrible.
I've decided to embrace my curly hair, which is why I started this blog. This is a journey through figuring out what works best for me, for my hair, as well as an exploration of other beauty products and makeup Jess and I use. We have very different hair and skin types (she has very thick hair and sensitive skin, and I have extremely fine hair and kind of "eh, whatever" skin). The problem I was having the past couple days looking for "curly hair maintenance" tips was that most of the women posting about it have thick, coarse, curly hair, whereas mine is baby-fine. I have a lot of it, though, and the combination of "extremely fine hair" and "mass quantities" is a lot of tangles, knots, and sometimes even mats, if I were to follow the typical curly-hair care regimen. So I'm making my own. And I thought, hey, maybe other women might want something similiar, and again, Jess and I have different beauty/skin-care needs, so between the two of us, maybe we can help some people out, or something.
So join me on my journey to curly-hair nirvana. Leave your brush at home.