I have great hair. 

I have great hair. 

Think, wildly curly, just-right highlights, down-to-there hair

Some people don't really get it, they ask

"why not straighten it?" "why not thin it out?"

They don't really get

that my hair is the best representation of

my bubbly, over-the-top choir kid personality, 

or

that I thank God for this uncontrollable mane

they don't really get

that I love my hair because no one else has anything like it

that I 

cheer myself up by talking to my hair stylist

that my hair is the only thing I get consistent compliments on

They're jealous. 

because they know that they're not nearly fabulous enough to pull it off.

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