Hair – it’s more than just strands on our heads; it’s a family affair and a quirky reflection of personality, at least in my family. Let’s dive into the hilarious world of my Family Hair.
My sister boasts the kind of hair that’s naturally straight and smooth. Imagine waking up and already looking like you’ve just stepped out of a salon – that’s her everyday reality. She once experimented with blonde highlights at the ends, creating an ombre effect that resembled caramel being dipped into honey, albeit the aged kind. Now, it’s shifted to a shade that reminds me of stretched Snickers caramel. Despite this enviable texture, she’s overly concerned with its appearance, and funnily enough, its cat-like color mirrors her often aloof mood.
Then there’s my brother, the king of the buzz cut. Picture a bee from The Bee Movie – that’s his usual look. When he dares to let it grow, curls emerge, twisting like caramel swirls on a delicious pastry. His hair, whether long or short, sits flat and wide on his head. Combined with his tendency towards baldness, it perfectly complements his “40-year-old man with a beer belly” aesthetic.
My mom’s hair is what you might call “basic” – dark brown and usually straight. However, neglect the brush, and it transforms into a chaotic mess, sticking out in all directions like clumps of mashed caramel. This unkempt state, she jokingly admits, mirrors her less-than-pleasant personality days. But when she combs it neatly, it’s like her “good mood” persona – pleasant, yet you sense a simmering potential for chaos just beneath the surface.
As for me? My hair laughs in the face of combs and brushes. Believe me, I’ve waged wars with them. Hair gel is the only weapon that can somewhat tame the beast, but laziness usually wins, leaving me perpetually sporting the bed head look. And just like my family members, my unruly hair is a pretty accurate representation of my own chaotic personality. Family hair, it seems, is our not-so-secret language.
