Hairography

I am so proud to have an owner like Mysti. She treats me kindly, letting my natural curliness flow throughout her shoulders.She washes me warmly every morning and runs her fingers throughout me all day long. She rarely ever scorches me with that terrible purple contraption that squeezes me together and burns me until I fall lanky and straight. But when she does, Oh, does she regret it. I knot no matter how many times she caresses me and i fly away and frizz. I have a feeling that when I do this she never wants to straighten me out again. I think that Mysti loves me very much.. but she trims me quite often in which I hate! So, what do I do in return? I refuse to grow past her collar bone. I think this really displeases Mysti. But she gets me back when she looks and other hair and yearns that her hair was as long as theirs.

But Mysti's mom! Oh that woman! When Mysti and I were younger she would put me up in dreadful pigtails almost every day! Or she would hide me from the world with a huge and obnoxious hat! But Mysti's mom isn't the only one with bad style. Once Mysti decided it would be a new,fun adventure to cut me shorter than her shoulders. I was beautiful, I have to admit, but I didn't have a say did I? No, Mysti makes all the choices. Like in sixth grade, Mysti did this horrendous hair style for winter- spirit week.I stood about a foot tall with sticky, nasty smelling stuff enfolding itself within me. Obviously I am the only one with any brains, literally. Don't get me wrong, I love Mysti, but she needs to learn who's boss in this relationship!