I have never liked my hair. It was naturally curly and fairly thick, but somewhat unruly and frizzed easily. In high school in the early 1970s, when "long and straight" was the style of the day, I HATED my hair. I used to wash it, pull it into a pony tail on top of my head, and wrap it around orange juice cans in hopes of it straightening as it dried. Ironing hair so it was straight was the "in" thing; remember that this was before curling irons, straightening irons, or even hand-held hairdryers were available. The best thing that ever happened to my hair was hot rollers; I could set my dry hair, wait until the rollers cooled, and then style my hair so it looked like Farrah Fawcett's when she was in Charlie's Angels. It looked pretty good until I got outside; if it was at all humid, misty, rainy, etc., BAM! Frizz-city.
My hair is very different now. I had bariatric surgery about three years ago. I held onto my hair for awhile, but 3 months later DH had knee surgery which became grossly infected. He spent 8 weeks in either the hospital or nursing home, flat on his back with his leg elevated, hooked to a picc line, and my hair started falling out in a big way. I'm sure it was a combination of my own surgery and the stress of DH's health situation, but I lost So Much Hair! Now I take lots of biotin, watch my protein intake religiously, and it's
slowly growing back (probably shoulder length after 2 years of growing it) . Now it's pretty thin and limp, and doesn't hold much curl or style very well. It makes me sad now. I miss my long, wavy hair. It's the hair I always wanted to have in high school... which is a direct lesson in "Be careful what you wish for."