My entire life I have coveted long, luxurious hair.
Maybe it’s because of my childhood obsession with Barbie dolls, or maybe it’s the steady diet of Saved By The Bell I consumed as a kid, but for whatever reason, I grew up thinking that shiny, cascading locks were the consummate and only ideal of female beauty.
Unfortunately for me, my impossibly thin, pin-straight hair refused to achieve great lengths. I blame bad genes. And the two unfortunate “perm incidents” I had in grade three.
This llama knows
No matter how hard I tried to let it grow, I could never achieve anything beyond shoulder-length.
….Until I got to law school. I’m not sure what changed, but after more than 20 years of feeble growth and breakage, my puny hair suddenly began to grow like a weed. By second year, it was halfway down my back. What can I say? I…
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