I have long curly hair, which poofs out very easily.
http://i.imgur.com/bgx3J.jpgEDIT: I didn't realize how large that was. Gotta click the link instead, I didn't feel like making a thumbnail.
I was attempting to grow it out even before I opened up and finally accepted that I was never male, but my mom always forced me to cut it until I discovered how to take care if it properly. I had always just brushed it out dry with the wrong brush and ended up with a jewfro.
I love the compliments I always get for it. Almost every girl I meet loves it and wishes they had my hair. I've spent a few hours relaxing with a girl I just met running her hands through my hair like a comb.
I love the way it feels on my head and around my face, and the way it drapes down over my shoulders. I love how beautifully it flies when I'm banging my head to some Metallica or Society's Plague. I love how it straightens out when water has weighed it down enough, and then curls right up into little ringlets as it dries.
I haven't even figured out how to really do anything fun and stylish with it yet. I haven't let anyone touch it since I had it cut up in 2004. I just throw on Metallica's Whiplash in the morning. I shampoo it once a month, sometimes less, but it gets really frizzy and the curls just don't want to work for weeks after.
I hate the wind and I hate fans.
I hate foods that don't require me to lift my chin to consume them (grapes and popcorn are the best)
I hate seat belts. I have to somehow figure out a way to drape my hair over the seatbelt and hope it doesn't get caught when I'm trying to look towards my blind spot, or behind me as I back up.
I hate trying to brush it out in the morning. A handful of conditioner (non-silicone based) to lubricate the hair and I'm still getting knots and tangles.
I hate the sheer amount of money and effort it takes just to make it not horrible.
I hate that the hair alone doesn't net me more ma'am's.
I hate how it snags on the 5 O'Clock sandpaper.
I hate looking to the side and nearly ripping my scalp off because I was sitting on my hair.
I hate the constant fear I live in, darting eyes left and right to make sure nobody's trying to hide scissors or clippers.
Despite all the hates, I wouldn't trade my hair for anything.
Well almost anything... I'm broken and I want to be fixed NOW! :|