I’ve always had big, thick, curly, ginger hair and, like any teenager who wants the opposite of what they naturally have, I hated it. From 13 to 18, I did everything I could to change it: straightening the life out of it, colouring it – even bright purple once, which, against my fair skin, was not the greatest life decision. It was only at 19 that I understood why everyone would say to me, “Why do you change your hair? It’s so lovely.” Gradually, I began to keep it natural again, dying it closer to my actual colour. I remember thinking: ‘I do really like my hair, I’m going to get it back to how it’s meant to be.’ Then, just as I started to love it, I was told…
