Written By: Csenge N.

While scrolling Facebook this past week, Andrea came across this thoughtfully written post on our Wrapunzel Community Group page. After getting permission to publish it, we bring you this beautiful piece as a Blogpost!…

“In recent years I’ve been at war with my femininity, and one of the main battlefields was my hair. I’ve always had fine hair that loves to fall flat. Because of that, I wore it short from my teenage years on, even though as a child I had beautiful, waist-length hair. Over the past few months I even lost a lot from what already felt like very little. My frustration with my hair often sent me reaching for a baseball cap. It became my signature, if I wasn’t wearing it, people actually missed it. I loved it. It made me feel edgy and strong. But it was a defiant kind of strength. I was hiding my hair out of spite, rejecting a part of my femininity because it hadn’t given me the thick, gorgeous mane I wanted. (Just to be clear: I don’t think a baseball cap can’t be feminine, this was simply my own, very personal inner experience.)

From time to time I tried wearing headscarves, but without much success. I quickly realized that if I wrapped my already flat hair in a flat scarf, the result would be… drumroll… flat. So I concluded that this, too, was only for those blessed with lush, beautiful locks, and all those inspiring headwrap photos stayed collecting dust on a Pinterest board.

Until one day, I stumbled across a blog called Wrapunzel. And for the first time in my life, I encountered the concept of a shaper. I’m not exaggerating, it was a revelation. Suddenly everything clicked. After all, under a scarf you can do whatever you want, no one can see it! I threw together an improvised shaper, wrapped a scarf around it and… I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was beautiful. And feminine. I’d cracked the code.

Overnight, I went from zero to almost full-time head-covering. It helped that I spent the following week at home, so I could experiment safely. Within a few weeks I had hunted down over thirty headscarves from second-hand shops.

Now I’m no longer hiding my hair in defiance. I’m giving it time to heal, and I’m enjoying the femininity, confidence, and comfort my colorful, folky, cool headscarves give me. And yes, I am growing my hair long again, as a graceful act of rebellion against everyone who thinks fine hair can only ever be short.”