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