Hair. To some people it completes their whole personality. You know what, never mind; this is not what I really want to say about this topic. Let me be really honest; I can’t help but think it’s just another superficial insecurity to add to your already long list of insecurities. I don’t have much to say about hair because to me it’s just that…hair.
I’m that plain Jane type of girl. If I could, I’d wear my hair straight every day. Why? Because my hair doesn’t define who I am. My attitude, the way I present myself; that’s how I express myself. But of course, there are two types of people in this world. The Hair Cares and the No Cares. I guess I respect those who think hair is more than just an accessory. But for me, at this point in my life, it just can’t be a reason to believe it completes me.
If you ask my sister she would probably go into a whole rant of how important it is . My mom would explain how she’s a little on the fence about it. How she cares enough to get it done and not look ‘ratchet’. But me; I know what side of the fence I’m on and that is the side of, I just don’t care enough. Period.