I decide I will have curly hair for Valentine’s Day because Pinterest and envy is my enemy.
I have always had pin-straight hair except for the two years my mom let me perm it in middle school.
These days, after I shower, I roll my hair up in a bun and sometimes get light waves cascading down around my face because I’m too lazy to take it out before it dries. It’s actually why I have wave-ish hair in my bio picture.
While I am perusing Pinterest because I’m finally allowed on the home page, an innocent, no-curlers, curly hair tutorial attacks me. No curlers! Gorgeous, wavy locks! Something I don’t have!
I click and read and think: TOTALLY DOING THIS.
The night before Valentine’s Day I shower (lucky Scott!) and decide it is the time to put this tutorial into action. Instead of one bun, I read that I should do multiple smaller buns. Easy enough. And when I finish, Scott walks by and says: Hi Miley.
I tell myself: It will be worth it. Just don’t let anyone see you before then.
The next morning, I jump out of bed mostly because four buns hurt to sleep on and welcome my beautiful, luscious curls.
While my straight hair genes are laughing along with my family, I wonder if this is what Miley Cyrus looks like every morning.
After several hours, I manage to tame it enough to leave the house, but I learn a few valuable lessons.
God gave my straight hair because I’m lazy, and Pinterest is trying to kill me. Or at least my hair and dreams.