I had a relatively idyllic childhood. My memories are mostly happy and contain family and friends and rainbows and butterflies and ice cream.
Until, I work up one morning with curly hair.
It happened just like that, in a cruel trick of puberty and my world was rocked upside down. My parents, both wavy haired themselves, had no idea what to do with me and I suffered years of frizz and tears. I am quite sure than my adolescence would have been entirely different had I simply had a Curly Godmother step in and teach me a few tricks of the trade.
Please, parents, I beg you: Help your curly haired children embrace their curls. Their happiness depends on it. Here are a few tips if you’re just as clueless as my parent were.
- Do not have them brush their curly hair. Comb when it’s wet and that’s it.
- Just say no to bangs. Please.
- Longer is better.
- Buy them product. One that starts with an O and ends with a D.
- Get them a good haircut. It really does help.
There is hope. I promise. They won’t always hate their curls. And, even better? They won’t always hate you!