beauty

Last Saturday night, I stared at my closet for half an hour. On the left hung a bohemian maxi dress—perfect for my best friend's lawn music festival; on the right, sharp-tailored suit pants—suitable for an important report on Monday. I'd chosen my clothes, but my hair was the problem. My newly cut hair looked like a frizzy cat, so embarrassing. Just when I was about to give up on going out, a few hair wig boxes in the corner gave me a flash of inspiration. Round One: Curly Half Wigs at the Music Festival On the day of the music festival, I wore my new kinky curly half wigs. The tight curls had a natural texture like unraveled braids, wild yet full of life. As I swayed to the music, every strand of hair danced in the sunlight; in the photos my best friend snapped, my hair seemed to move with its own rhythm. A male friend joked, "Your hair today is amazing!"—the highest fashion compliment for our generation. But the curly family is much more than just this one. Later I...