Taylor Swift is seemingly backing the “straight hair as high fashion” image. First she caved to Vogue, and with the layers and bangs in the cut they gave her, we all knew those curls we loved weren’t coming back anytime soon.
Then, Taylor released a statement about liking straight hair better in the winter. Our hearts dropped. Our curls, even, loosed their tight coil a bit. Had she not not known how much we admire and adore those ringlets of hers?
No hard feelings, of course. Everyone is entitled to their own style, and Taylor still has textured hair, even if it is hiding under heat processing. The girl still looks amazing, that certainly can’t be denied.
But it is a bit heartbreaking to see that high fashion magazines see straight hair on curly celebs as more in “vogue,” literally. Of course, scan through any issue of Vogue, and you’ll see tons of textured hair too, usually on women with naturally straight hair.
It all comes down to this: why can’t a woman’s natural texture be high fashion? Perhaps we will never know the answer. So to ease our broken hearts, we’ve taken the most famous love ballads of all time, and are singing them to Taylor’s curls, longing for the day that they embrace her shoulders and frame her face once again.
Can’t Help Missing Those Curls
Wise men say only fools rush in
But I can’t help missing those curly ringlets
Shall they stay
Would it be a sin
If they ne’er come back again?
Like a river flows surely to the sea
Curly girl, so it goes
Some things are meant to be
Take my compliments, my admiration too
For I can’t help missing those curls on you
Always
I’ll be lovin’ those curls, always
With a love that’s true, always
When the curls you had
Need a helpin’ hand
I will understand always, always
High fashion magazines may not be fair, always
That’s when curls should be there, always
Not for just an hour, not for just a day
Not for just a year, but always
Curls Fall to Pieces
Curls fall to pieces
Each time you straighten again
Curls fall to pieces
How can they be just your friend
You want curls to act like we’ve never frizzed
You want curls to forget, pretend we’ve never met
And curls tired and curls tried but haven’t yet
You straighten, and curls falls to pieces
Curls fall to pieces
Each time someone speaks of you straight
Curls fall to pieces
Time only adds to the flame
You tell curls to find someone else to love
Someone who’ll love us too, the way you used to do
But each time curls go out with someone new
You walk by with straight hair, and curls fall to pieces
Got some love ballads of your own to sing to the long gone days of Taylor’s curls? Let us see ’em!
