I was 14 when I had the biggest epiphany of my short life.
I had waltzed into a hairdressing salon and smugly apologised for my oh-so-thick hair. “It may take a while for you to get through,” I explained helpfully.
My hairdresser looked at my hair intently, squinting his eyes slightly.
“I’m sorry but… you don’t have thick hair,” he replied.
This news was extremely distressing to me (I was 14, so it’s all relative).
My hairdresser could see my despair. He gently explained that although I did have quite a bit of it, my hair was fine and wispy. This means that instead of being luscious and full-bodied, it is frizzy and boofy, but still breaks easily.
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Thankfully, I discovered that having fine hair immediately meant I was part of the very exclusive “fine-haired people” club.
I found others who understood what it was like to go through life with a pinky-finger sized ponytail and knew the pain of having to wrap a hair tie round your hair 16 times in order for it not to fall out.
These things are of course the least of my worries. Here are some of the other struggles everyone in the fine-haired people club will understand.
1. You spend hours curling your hair for the resulting hairstyle to last a total of seven minutes.
Unless you douse it in three cans of hair spray, those curls you just spent an hour doing are coming right out, my friend.
2. Your braids look like rat-tails.
After scrolling through Pinterest you inevitably think it would be a wonderful idea to try those wrap-around-zig-zag-loop-de-loop braids.