Blame it on my inherent tomboy tendencies, but I have always been in awe of that wild, disheveled mess that is considered “behead.”
Unconstrained and loose, the hairstyle’s imperfectly perfect nature speaks to my sensibilities: the uncombed rumple, the graceful-yet-edgy fall of a tendril's bend, the slight fuzz that springs up at the hint of static—even the term’s suggestive origins. And after seeing Beyoncé whip her salt water-drenched mop in the "Drunk in Love" music video, I became a woman on a mission.
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