My hair is a cruel mistress. It smiles and plays nice in front of our friends, but behind closed doors it loves to belittle me. I could (should) make a whole post about the trials and tribulations of my locks, but that's probably best saved for a later time. All I'll say for now is that there are too many tutorials on the internet taunting girls like me with hair too fine to do much with.
Sometimes though, it shows me some love. Thanks for maintaining your curl last night, friend.