My face, My hair.

My hair is literally my pride and joy. Any one who knows me will know how much I love and adore my hair colour and hair in general. I fall out with it on a daily basis (mainly because I get too warm or it gets in the way.) but like any successful relationship, we overcome these trivial matters with kindness and care. Do I sound crazy yet?
Only recently have I started to grow out and abandon the idea of a fringe. As body positivity increases and I'm starting to accept the little things that before I wanted to conceal, I've taken away the curtain that shadowed my face and now flaunt what I have to the max! I have eyes! Who knew!?
As for the length and style of my hair, I honestly don't care if my hair is a mess of curls and which-way waves and flicks. I'd rather have this untamed, wild, natural hair that I have over the sleek perfection of crisp curls or poker straight locks. It's just not me! The haphazzard unkempt mane of mine is an extension of myself and I wouldn't change it for the world (apart from maybe being a bit longer, even if everyone says its too long now.)