| One protruding curl adorned her head till two, | | | | She witnessed others with defective hair |
| Uncaringly, she waddled with her swaying blonde | | | | holding a secret desire to straighten out there |
| lock, | | | | lives too. |
| A baby girl too busy with dolls and cradles | | | | She knew, Straight Hair was at the root of all |
| to be held hostage by curls.Four years later she | | | | problems.And then it happened. |
| received twenty-four homemade ringlets by | | | | The unthinkable. |
| mom, | | | | The event that could not be forecast. |
| But its then she noticed... | | | | The most unpredictable moment in her history. |
| Her friends had long, straight, shiny locks of | | | | After 46 years of never failing herself, |
| perfection | | | | she had forgotten to elasticize her mound of |
| She wanted that, but hers curled !! | | | | glitches after swimming. |
| So began the days of scotched taped bangs and | | | | Side tracked like she had never been, her hair |
| blow dryers. | | | | dried: |
| It was time to straighten her life out.Other girls | | | | On its own. without any tools of chore. |
| had bouncing hair without a single wrinkle, without | | | | As her husband approached, mouth hanging open |
| a zig, without effort. | | | | like a feeding trout, |
| But her hair became a masterpiece canvass of | | | | he blurted, "Your Hair Hon!, I like it, it looks |
| trial and error. | | | | great"The Hair General was weak kneed. Ready |
| However, the magic words, "How To Straighten | | | | to fall. |
| Your Hair" | | | | Eyes tightly closed, she courageously headed |
| written in a Blow-Dryer-Manual-To-Idealism, | | | | towards her reflection, |
| would become her ticket to conformity.It | | | | Before plunging into truth, |
| worked. | | | | she cautiously peeked through the corner of her |
| Wow, her curls transformed into streaming | | | | right eye, |
| stands of shining fullness | | | | With her mouth hanging open like a feeding trout, |
| Farah hair, incredible Farah hair. | | | | |
| Now the lioness of straightness was Queen. | | | | her brain processed what must have been, |
| Except when it rained. | | | | 1000 twisted zags of reality.This wasn't for the |
| Perfect hair was a task only for the willing. | | | | faint of heart, but the General could do it. She |
| Swimming became a chronically planned de-curling | | | | knew it. |
| event. | | | | She forced both eyes open into a stare that |
| "The bad hair weekend", also known as | | | | lasted 46 years for one second. |
| "Camping", was | | | | She gently touched her sheep head, feeling each |
| a militaristic regiment of self nurturing for the hair | | | | kink, for the very first time. |
| flawed.She could not show her corkscrewed | | | | Her swirls had never been left to their own |
| inadequacy in its nakedness. Not Ever. | | | | devices. Never. |
| Campfire sing songs by angelic girls and their | | | | She was witnessing a first.Now you can look in |
| bouncing mounds of straight, | | | | the top left hand side of her dresser, |
| flat, free-swaying weather resistant quaffs of silk | | | | Among her keepsakes sits a dusty blow dryer |
| made her project of fulfillment a mission for the | | | | and a perfectly good flat iron. |
| mentally trained. | | | | From time to time she reflectively looks in on |
| Ready to securely paste her frizz mountain to | | | | them. |
| her head, she always came | | | | She even ponders their use again someday. |
| equipped with camping's mandatory primary | | | | But she has discovered something so cutting |
| tools, "elastic bands".Backpacking through Europe | | | | edge it holds her back: |
| was no match for the disciplined straightener. | | | | She cannot go back to who she is not. |
| Dual powered blow dryers, multi-colored elastics, | | | | Her individuality, her confidence, her smile, her |
| back-up cream-rinse, and | | | | soul, |
| lastly the most coveted travel tool known to | | | | her giving nature is what makes her beautiful. |
| mankind, the electrical adaptor. | | | | She is her own person, and she appreciates, for |
| You see, she was the General Extraordinaire of | | | | the first time in her life, |
| Straight Hair and she knew it.Nothing, not one | | | | that Curls don't make or break the girl.Today she |
| single thing could prevent The Straight Hair Plan | | | | rinses, repeats, applies leave in conditioner, |
| from being executed. | | | | muffles her curlicues, |
| The births of four sons required carefully packed | | | | looks into the mirror and knows who she is: |
| hospital bags. | | | | A grown woman, the lioness of curly, the |
| Days of one hundred percent humidity, also | | | | embracer of self, |
| known as 'Mission-Prevent-Insanity', | | | | too busy to be held hostage by curls. |
| were only a challenge for the bald. | | | | |