i have the craziest relationship with my crazy hair.

i was literally born with enough for two people, so my entire life has been an obsession over what my strands are up to. i reached my highest level of lunacy when i was getting my hair straightened once a week during college. like i couldn’t sleep if i thought my locks were in danger of being sweated out, hit by some wind or just not perfect in general.

living in nyc has made me get over that shit. real quick.

it is always hot here. always. year round. even when it’s three degrees out, you have about a 37% chance of bursting into flames on the subway or in your ridiculously overheated office or cramped apartment. there is no such thing as temp control in gotham city. and there is always shit dripping from buildings.

beating out even my makeup revelation, freeing myself from the status of my unruly, crazy as hell, i’m just doing me hair has been my biggest victory. i don’t even own an umbrella at this point.

however liberated i am, i still live for those goooooood hair days. the weather is officially cooling, so i am going to venture into consistently coifed territory and retire the wet at work look.

some of my hair inspo:

My bangs are as good as on the way so we all know how that takes my hair flossy-flossy up a notch. What’s on your llama this winter?