My hair has always been my pride and joy. I was born with naturally curly hair that has oft been felt up by strangers on the street and cooed over by old ladies in Whataburger. The reason I've gotten hair compliments all these years is because I spend millions of hours and thousands of dollars on products and gadgets to wrangle this shit into something aesthetically pleasant. I'm taking you behind the scenes, bitches. Watch out.....
Freshly washed and slept upon. The curls have been allowed to run wild and crazy with no discipline whatsoever. Because of the sleeping there's sort of a rat nest effect that can't be prevented. Notice the ultra-curly roots. Those bitches are almost impossible to straighten...even with a round of chemical straightener and a flat-iron.
After the morning frying. It's amazing isn't it? It takes great willpower and an anal-retentive neat-streak the likes of which you don't see very often to make it behave.
The moral of my tale: Whatever you think about your own hair, it could always be worse. And God hates my head.
Note: It takes a woman strong in her womanhood to post morning hair and no makeup. I just happen to not care.