This one piece of hair is driving me crazy.
Now, let’s just first state that I am not good with hair. I can’t braid. I can’t twist. I can’t bun. I can barely pony, but it’s quite a sight to behold. Barrettes are a mess. Any sort of hairstyle is a disaster. I’m just not one of those hair people. (I would like to insert a hair today, gone tomorrow joke, but where?)
So this is how hair I have styled (I use the word loosely) often looks:
Meanwhile, my own hair does this Thing. It doesn’t matter what I try to make my hair do, my hair fights back. I use the curling iron, the straight iron, the brush, the comb, the pick. I argue with my hair, pick at it, tease it, sweet-talk it. It is a wild child that cannot be tamed.
In the end, my part gravitates right back toward the middle (it’s been called “witch-like” before, or maybe that was me being called witch-like?), and there’s this one piece of hair. I guess it might have formerly been bangs? That piece drives me crazy.
That piece of hair has been driving me crazy for weeks now, and I can’t decide what to do about it. It REFUSES to go to the left. It only goes right. It clashes with my part and my hairline. It sits over my eye. It dirties my glasses.
Here is what I plan to do about it: I am going to embrace the clump. I am going to love it for what it is and not for what it could be. I am going to make it my emblem, my insignia, my coat of arms. When I talk about my hair, I will now add the trademark symbol. I will love my Trademark TM Hair Clump with the passion and dignity that it deserves.
Until it really drives me crazy, and then I will cut it off.