For a while it felt like everyone was doing something extreme to their hair, like cutting it off into a bob or dying it platinum blonde. And for someone like me, who has only ever gone to the extreme of getting bangs and then growing them out, I felt somewhat left out. Not necessarily because I didn’t do anything to my hair, but because I had no desire to.
I’ve honestly always just liked my hair the way it is. It’s long, it’s thick, and it’s really dark; it’s one of my defining characteristics. It makes me impossibly hot in the summer and keeps me warm in the winter; it never stays in place when I need it to, and strands of it frequently stick to my NARS lipstick (which is, by the way, almost always Afghan Red). And even when I hate it, I love it, and I never do much to it.
I recently cut a couple inches off in the summer, and I felt 10 pounds lighter, but recently I’ve found myself mourning the missing length. In order to make the next couple of inches possible, here’s what I do every Sunday to keep my hair healthy and how I get it prepped and wavy for the week ahead.
