I look back at my teenage years in two halves; life before discovering hair straighteners and life after. Life before was jam-packed with my own hair hatred – it was curly, frizzy, impossible to style.
I loathed it and seriously resented the fact that I was the only one at school who was unable to pull off ‘The Rachel’ cut. Then, a few weeks before my sixteenth birthday I purchased my first set of hair straighteners.From then on, every strand of my thick blonde hair would be squeezed between two hot metal plates at least once a day, as well as blasted by a hot hair dryer.
I didn’t think to use any kind of heat protection. My straighteners and I cruised along for around fifteen years before the cracks began to show.
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