Let me introduce my hair. Yes...my hair. I have naturally curly hair.
|older photo of me that shows my curls well|
Somewhere along the path through puberty my fine, straight hair apparently had a nervous breakdown from all the hormone surges and got all frazzled (and frizzed!). It got progressively curlier until I gave up and let it do its thing. I mean, it wasn't that hard to embrace curly hair in the 80's & early 90's...after all, lots of girls paid good money to get similar curls. Yet, in the mid 90's, straight was the thing, and for the most part, has been since then...although some of us are rebelling and accepting our curls again.
I tend to do both. Since I live in the heat and humidity of Coastal Alabama, during summer, I generally let my wild hair have its way. But in the cooler months, with less humidity (and sweat) I might straighten it once or twice a week.
As such, when you go through all the work to do that, the last thing you want is to devote an hour to smoothing out that frizzy mess just to have it slowly puff up & frizz out 30 minutes after you're out the door!
(Poor idiot I am, I did exactly that for a class reunion this past summer, painstakingly getting my coif just-so, then before even half the guests arrived at the reunion, which was on a deck overlooking Mobile Bay, I had to go clip my hair up on my head b/c I looked like one of those little troll dolls from back-in-the-day. Sigh.)