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
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!