Her hair looked like she had just rolled out of bed. There was a high possibility she had not washed it this morning. One side was completely straight, and the other had a bump at the top, possibly indicating that is the side she slept on. There was a chance that is was not bed hair, but a blow drying gone wrong. It looked disheveled, and frizzy. It did not looked tangled, but it did not exactly looked brushed either.
The woman’s hair was thin and dry. It looked brittle and not soft. It was not greasy looking, but it was not shiny either. A hair dresser would tell her she needed a deep condition. Her hair was definitely in need of hydration. It looked sad and in pain. If it was skin, I bet it would be itchy. The texture looked like it would feel like straw. Maybe too many years of using heat on her hair fried it. It looked unhealthy. It could have been chemically damaged instead of heat damaged.
It looked to be product free, no gel or even hair spray. Besides the bump, her hair was poker straight. The woman’s hair was shoulder length, and the ends turned inward toward her face and neck. Her hair was lanky. She had little hairs the stood up near her face, flyaways. Her cowlick was in the front. Her hair was parted showing her grey, almost white roots. It was clear that her hair was dyed, and it desperately needed to be redone. The dyed color was a bland, brown color. Nothing fancy or special. Just a plain light brown. Her hair had no shape or volume. It was flat and just hung there, limp and lifeless. It was stringy. She didn’t put it behind her ears so it fell into her face occasionally.
The woman’s hair looked the same everyday. She never did anything with it. Her hair cut was boring and common. There was no style, no interest. Her hair was the exact same length all the way around. There was not one hair longer than another.