through that time with as much awkward grace as I could. And a whole lot of mousse.
Luckily, the ‘90s were a better era for curly-haired people, and by the time I went to college, spiral perms were all the rage and I had one provided by Mother Nature herself. I grew my hair long again, enlisted the help of this new stuff called ‘gel’ and my hair looked… vaguely OK.
Eventually, I grew more adept at styling, or perhaps I just worried less about my hair as my life became more interesting. I met my husband, and our first pictures together show a couple glowing with the early stages of love.
And my hair looks terrific.
Just when I thought I had it conquered, my hair changed once again. While I was pregnant my hair was lustrous and full, thanks to good habits and those mega pre-natal vitamins. But after I had my first son, my hair fell out in clumps. It receded around my hairline and was frizzy and dull.