Be happy the only thing you wake up to in the morning is some nice, straight hair

Okay, so my frustrations this week might stem from some hair-disaster related trauma. I wake up to a mess and go to sleep hoping I don't wake up to the same mess. In reality, unless we all decided keratin treatments and Brazilian blowouts are our future, we are looking at messy buns for life. Has anyone with curly hair ever gone a day without someone commenting on it or looking for a way to touch it? If I am wrong, then please correct me, but I don't think that has ever been a possibility.

1. "Can I touch it?"

Uh, how about you step back or you can feel the wrath of the millions of people who have heard this question daily.

2. "Why can't you just put it up?"

Why can't you literally see that all my hairbands have broken before my eyes and my favorite one is nowhere to be found?

3. "Why can't you brush it?"

This one stifles tons of people. They think, like waves or curls that are ironed in your hair (by yourself), can be brushed and it will turn out the same way. You can't un-fray a wire after, just gotta keep it locked in place by something covering it up, aka, my shame.

4. "Who gave you that hair in your family"

See, this is actually a really hard question to answer. I get it a lot, by people who know me and my family. I am not really sure who carried the gene but I can tell you that no one in my family has this gift of compliments and awing but me. (Even my dog knows my struggle.)

5. "Do you ever straighten it?"

Alright, final one. Yes, I do straighten it. How often? About every three months. Why? Because once I step outside, the weather takes care of natural selection for me. (It has come out good for me here, with the help of my two stylists)

I was chosen for the curly life, the curly life chose me. And I am currently winning.