Whether it spirals into a dizzying array of curls or hangs straight like two silken curtains is irrelevant. I don’t care if its length surpasses the curve of your waist or if it’s razor-cut and asymmetrical. There are few girls who would dare to deny this universal truth transcendent among women of all ages residing across the seemingly infinite expanse of the universe: There is no material possession in our lives rich with greater substance than our HAIR.
