Long lost curls.

I HAVE CURLS.

One thing you have to understand about me is that I NEVER HAVE CURLS.

Since I was about 5.

When I was 3-5 years old I had a head of huge ringlets. And they literally looked like they had been perfectly perfected for hours with a curling iron when I had actually just woken up that way.

But then when I turned 5 years old they all just fell out.

And I was left with very unpredictable, very frustrating, and very frizzy waves.

Not pretty waves.

And I had to live my life quite miserably like that until I discovered the miracle that is the straightening iron when I was 12. And since then, it's been sleek all the time and every time.

Until yesterday.

I was long overdue for a haircut and beginning to look kind of like a stringy hippie, so my mom took me to the cousin of one of the women she works with, who works at a super chic salon.

The kind of hair salon you walk into and instantly think your outfit is all wrong because everyone in there looks so much better than you.

And can I just say, the process was AMAZING.

She literally asked me stuff about my hair the whole time.

How do I like my bangs, do I want the back more layered, do I want her to cut it so that I have more body, what kind of shampoo do I use because this shampoo would be so much better, do I want her to cut it like this so that when I style it it'll look like this, do I want her to part it how I usually do, and then, the question that changed my life:

Do you want your curls to go out, or in?

I honestly thought that I had heard her wrong.

"What do you mean?" I asked her, adjusting the cape thing around my neck because it practically had me in a chokehold.

She just smiled knowingly, like so many people before me were oblivious to their curl preference also. "Do you want them to go in near your face, or away from it?"

"You can do that?" I asked, aghast.

She nodded as she plugged in the giant curling iron.

"You mean, you can do that with my hair?"

She nodded and smiled again. Looking back on this, she probably thought there was something wrong with me or that the part of my brain that stored hair related information went slower than the rest.

And so, after blissful half hour full of hair dryers and seemingly porcupine-esque looking brushes and big curling irons and mango scented spritzing spray, I was transformed.

I can't even describe what she did or how she did it, but somehow my hair came out looking like this.

But with my face, of course. And my color hair. And my curls were more ringlets instead of loose waves like in the picture.

She had told me while she was cutting my hair that my layers would be like Kim Kardashian's, hence my inspiration to show you that photo, and that when they were straight they would be soft, flowy layers. And then she showed me a way to make my hair straight WITHOUT USING A STRAIGHTENING IRON and instead using a lot of the porcupine brush and hair dryer.

So I sit here, my curls still intact but a little bit looser than yesterday, thoroughly happy with my hair.

I can't wait until I have to style it on my own like this.

And I don't mean that sarcastically.

I really, honestly, can't wait.