Curly wavy hair is genuinely so fun because we never know what it’s going to do from day to day. Some mornings we wake up like “oooo, very nice!” and others we look like grumpy otters had fights on our heads while we were sleeping. <3 Fabulous. Love that for us, honestly.
Don’t get me wrong. I love my wavy, curly hair. But…JESUS CHRIST, is it a lot to maintain. I have been plopping this shit since 10:30 this morning. It is now 1:14 in the afternoon. Why does this shit hold so much water? Like, damn. DRY ALREADY! FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING THAT IS GOOD AND HOLY! AHHHHHHH!
That moment when you first wake up, and you can see curls in the corner of your eye, and you can feel them absolutely everywhere when you touch your head, and you go:
Is today an “oooooo!” day, or is it an “otters fought on my head last night” day?