For the majority of my life, I haven’t had a particularly loving relationship with my hair. I always deemed it to be flat, fine and lifeless and I longed for the sort of waves and curls that bounce as you walk. For the entirety of my pre-teen and teenage years, I experimented with countless different hair trends (from a VB-esque inverted bob and a fringe to a scruffy shag) in a bid to find a style most complimentary for my limp, straight strands.
But as I entered adult life, I realised that it was time to admit defeat and embrace the cards (read: hair) I was dealt. So, from the age of 18, I have sported, for the most part, the same long hairstyle. And while I’ve spent a lot of time resenting my hair, in recent years I have realised that, actually, when it’s healthy, it really works. In fact, my super-long, sleek hair has sort of become my most-defining beauty characteristic.
