Here's a photo of me with unstraightened hair. I'm on a night out with Jo, who I took out for dinner to celebrate her 30th birthday.
Me with Jo - and the hair that's been allowed to express itself |
So you see, not straightening my hair means it's been allowed to take over a little bit and has decided that random kinks are the way to go. On the way home that night, I got chatting to a friendly French fella in the queue for the night bus (yes, it was a night bus kinda night) who, without any prompting, told me he thought my hair was artistic. Is that a good thing? I guess it means it's individual - much more individual than ironing one's hair to within a inch of it's life I suppose - and makes me look like I'm comfortable with who I am, and what I look like. Sort of.
Then again, it could mean it looks carefree and unkempt, which it does a bit really.
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