Hair Issues Quotes

We moved in 8th grade, so 7th grade I was doing okay, and then 8th grade, everything fell apart. I had no fashion sense to speak of. We only had a couple of hair care products back then. We didn't have all these things to tame your hair. I had glasses; I had braces. I had it all.

I hated my big hair. I always wore it straight.

You'd be surprised at how many times I'd hit the ball, and the hair would go straight into my eyes. That's why, even when I play indoors, I wear a visor, because it stops that, and I'll apply a lot of gel and hairspray to keep it tight.

My hair is a battle. It's an uphill, fine, baby-haired battle.

I hate it when my hair is engaged in unauthorized activities.

I've had a difficult relationship with my hair my whole life.

I have the softest beard in the world. As far as growing it, it doesn't itch, and it's so non-intrusive. But, I am so sick of hair on my face and on my head. Because I'm not a really hairy guy, I'm not really used to it.

Hair, in fact, is probably the bane of most women's lives.

When I was a kid, in a very white boarding school in England in the '90s, I had this sort of middle part that kids had - that sort of long, floppy hair. So I was always desperate to have long, floppy hair, and I would try and brush it and spray it, and it would just look like a Brillo pad!

I have caught my reflection and thought, 'Oof. That girl is struggling. That girl is tired.' I've had mornings where I'm like, 'Oh God, I have weird hair.'

People get real comfortable with their features. Nobody gets comfortable with their hair. Hair trauma. It's the universal thing.

I'm constantly saying that I have bad hair days when I'm in New York. It's so hard. I've been lucky enough to jump immediately into a car, head straight to the location, and stay in the air-conditioning.

I have super-supercurly hair, and it's a constant struggle.

I wanted to be into fashion, but I was never the kind of person who could keep up with fashion trends, and I could never style my hair the way everyone else's was - my hair was very thin, so I couldn't do, like, the sprayed bangs everyone else was into.

I do have bad hair days. If I fall asleep with it slightly damp, I wake up and it'll all be piled up on top in a mess.

I love dressing up, though I have to hide my rubbish hair in a hat.

I've always had weird hair, and it's never looked good.

I spent a lot of my adolescence in Miami, where it was super humid, and my hair would get super frizzy, and my waves weren't really consistent or pretty.

A bad hair day for me is when it gets flat and greasy.

Flyaway, problem hair is the enemy of feminism, and was probably invented by the Man to crush Susan Sontag.

I think so many women out there start with a lot of insecurities about their skin tone and whatever it is about their hair or whatever is they feel a little bit uncomfortable with.

When I was growing up, I always thought my hair was messy.

My hair's a pain in live performance. I'm always inhaling it: I almost choked to death a couple of times.

This is one of those industries where you never have full control of your hair.

When your roots grow out and things go south, go back to the salon