Chanel flats and 2.55

CHANEL FLATS AND 2.55

I don’t know about you, but it’s all my life that I am having a difficult relation with my hair. Yes, our relation it’s like a roller coaster . For example when I born I was platinum blonde (I am not sure about that, just what my mum says, maybe under shock for the birth, or some not well focused pics. The others, don’t know, don’t remember). Anyway till the kindergarten I was “the different” for my curly hair. The other girls had a perfect, straight head, bon ton bob style, or lovely tresses, I was the only one to have an undefined snarl. That was hurting for me, I wanted “normal” hair, that didn’t made my head looking to big and didn’t collect all the chips/small paper balls/all what could be stuck in them. But I didn’t know that the worst was yet to come. At that times, even if my opinion was different, my curls were nice and well defined. When I started the middle school I don’t know why a gene mutation happened to my hair: from curly to electrical. Yes, my hair were electrical. Do you know when in the cartoons someone has an electric shock and the hair are electrical? That was my hairstyle. My curly were disappeared for a funny joke by nature. That years are already difficult and to be not that confident about your look are one of the cause of biggest unhappiness amongst the teens. I just let you imagine like I, fatty and with electrical hair, lived that period. Than, finally, high-school. That has been an awesome period for me and my hair. Miraculously my curls were back, and, thanks to a small diet, I started to be more confident. I had a real obsession for the care of my hair. I shampoo them just with natural products, a nice mask every time in the shower and liquid crystals, the hair dryer was banned for don’t stress my hair. It has been the best moment with my head of hair. The troubles came back during the University. During the first year I left them curly, but I know that something was changing. Around me there were so many girls with so long, so straight and so shine hair (maybe they were the same little girls grown?) and the rebellion started inside me again. One night, after washing them, I straightened them with the hair dryer. Horror. I never did it before, just the hair stylist, my sister or my friends. The result was horrible, for few hours the electrical hair were back. Slowly I learnt how to do it and I finally had the straight hair I always wanted to have. I was excited, I could have all that hairdo, cut and colours super fashion, I was not slave of my curls. Realizing this have ruined the relation between me and my hair till now. I think I can’t do nothing now about it. From there till now, in order, the following things happened: blonde colour, black colour, come back to natural colour, permanent straighten treatment, bob+bangs+blonde colour, hair that grown and made a natural shatush, bangs, bob. And now, I have bob again (I regret it!), hair ruined by the permanent straighten treatment (new ones will come, right?), a half bangs that don’t wanna disappear (maybe never) and my daily appointment with the hair straightener. If the relation with our hair is a mirror of our stability, I declare my self a disaster. Couldn’t I born with that long, thick and gorgeous hair of some famous girls? It would have be easier.