My hair hates me. I don't know what I ever did to it. Except the time I tried to cut it myself. Or permed it more times than I can count. And I did let my mother brush it out after keeping it in braids for 3 days in a row (which resulted in my hair frizzing out wider than my body). Whatever it was-my hair won't forgive me.
As result, when I spend hours trying to convince my hair that it wants to be cute and curly it rebels and the end result resembles a dead wombat.
But when I give up on my hair, clip it up to get it out of my face, play ultimate frisbee for an hour and have absolutely nowhere to go and no boy to impress---it decides to be cute. Not cool.In case you can't tell---the second picture is of my hair actually being cute. At least, I think it is. Maybe I'm wrong...
And also, the last picture is what
happened the first time I tried to take a
picture of my hair. I'm a dork.