If I tried to count the number of times I've met someone for the first time and they automatically comment on my hair, it would most likely equal the number of Snapples I've drank in the past year.
The conversation goes something like this:
Them: "Is that your natural hair?"
Me: "Yes." (No, I spend hours everyday to get it this ridiculously curly)
Them: "Oh my goodness, you are so lucky! Is that your natural color too?"
Me: "Yes." (Do you really think this color came out of a bottle, sweetheart?)
Them: "What I wouldn't give to have your hair!"
Me: "Thank you." (Oh REALLY now. You want to have to spend extra money on fancy shampoos because they're the only ones that don't have Sulfates? You want to have to go through tons upon tons of products to find one that only remotely handles your frizz? You want to have only two possible hairstyle options: down or in a bun? When you do want to change how your hair looks, you want to spend an hour blowdrying and then straightening it? Only to have it rain and be humid the next day to undue all your work. No? I didn't think so.)
Now don't get my wrong, I do love that my hair makes me different. But my goodness, it can certainly be a pain.
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