I try as hard as I can to embrace what my mama gave me, but no matter what, I just can’t get down with the natural texture of my hair. It drives me crazy. Don’t get me wrong — I am thankful to have a full head of healthy locks, but sometimes I forget to be grateful for it when blow drying my hair becomes something that requires advanced planning. The thought process goes a little something like this:
-I should probably wash my hair today. (Makes a mental note to skip the shower cap tonight).
-Eh, actually, it’s only been three days. I could stretch it to a fourth. (Shower cap is back in, and this means I’ll actually have time to watch an episode of House Hunters tonight! Woohoo!)
-Ugh, but I danced so much at a wedding this weekend and definitely worked up a sweat. I should really wash my hair. (Guess I can DVR House Hunters…)
-Oh, wait! Dry shampoo!!! via
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