I used to think I was crazy.

Every morning, I’d wake up, look in the mirror, and my curls would whisper:
"Yesterday never happened."

The perfect wash day? The bouncy, defined spirals? The compliments?
All in your head, babe.

I’d stare at my reflection, my curls now a tangled, frizzy mess, and start doubting myself.

Maybe I didn’t use the right products.
Maybe I didn’t scrunch enough.
Maybe… I’m the problem?

But no.
It wasn’t me.
It was them.
My curls were gaslighting me.

🔁 MORNING: FALSE PROMISES & BROKEN TRUST

The day starts with hope.

I step into the shower, determined to reset our relationship. I reach for my Clarifying Shampoo, washing away the lies, the buildup, the emotional damage.

As I massage my scalp, I feel a false sense of security.
“See? We can start fresh,” my curls whisper.

Next, I follow up with my ride-or-die Moisturising Shampoo.
My curls soak up the hydration like a lover promising to change.
This time will be different.

😵 MIDDAY: THE BETRAYAL

The betrayal is always unexpected.

I step outside, my curls bouncing. The sun hits just right. The world sees perfection.

And then… humidity.

BOOM.
Frizz launches a full-scale attack.
The definition? Gone.
My curls? Ghosted me.

I desperately reach for my Curl Cream and Volume Gel, trying to regain control.
But my curls just laugh.

“What are you even trying to fix?” they mock.

I look in the mirror. The gaslighting intensifies.
Was my hair ever really that good this morning?
Did I just imagine it?

🌙 EVENING: THE APOLOGY PHASE

By the end of the day, my curls try to win me back.

I gather my messy spirals into a loose pineapple, slipping on my Satin Bonnet.
“We’ll be better tomorrow,” they whisper.

And like a fool, I believe them.
Because when they love me, it’s magic.
And when they betray me?
I convince myself it was never real to begin with.

🧠 THE TRUTH ABOUT THIS TOXIC LOVE STORY

Your curls will lie.
They will betray you.
They will make you question reality.

But they are yours.

And with the right products, patience, and emotional resilience,
you can make peace with the madness.

So, the next time your curls gaslight you?
Gaslight them right back.
“I never even wanted definition today.”
(But still, keep that Moisturising Shampoo on hand—just in case.)