Whenever someone asks me to describe the texture of my hair, the best I can ever come up with is “temperamental.” Some days, it air dries into enviably flawless, natural beach waves, and it holds a sleek blowout with no problem at all. If there’s even a hint of moisture in the air? It turns into a frizzy halo that even the best smoothing serums haven’t been able to tame.
And, not to be dramatic, but that level of unpredictability is stressful.
