A Letter to my Hair

Dear Hair,

I've washed and dried you....taken you to fancy salons. I've done everything I could think of that would make you happy. I've even flipped you to make a point.

And yet, you insist on turning grey. I'M ONLY 39! Why are you doing this to me? Was it the time I got corn-braids a la Bo Derek? Did that piss you off? Because I took the beads out, like two weeks later. Sheesh.

Maybe you don't like the scorching from the hot iron. Yeah. That would bug me. But remember, I only do it because you refuse to cooperate. I told you to go smooth, and you went all crazy bush lady on me. That was not cool. I warned you repeatedly that if you did not behave, I would take out the In Styler.

Oh, what - you're saying YOU're the boss of me?

Fine then. This is called Clairol. Don't think I won't use it.

Love,
Me