Bonding over hair, like Emma Stone recently did with her close friend, is something I've been doing with my friends ever since I was a little girl.

By Heather Muir Maffei
Updated February 02, 2018
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It's easy to be envious of celebrities (the money, the house, the chef, the personal trainer, the glam squad!) but every once in a while, our favorite A-listers (we heart you, Emma!) reveal a glimpse of themselves we can totally relate to. When I was scrolling through my Instagram feed and came across the adorable picture, below, of Emma Stone and her makeup artist Rachel Goodwin (who, P.S., I've met and is insanely talented, yet someone you'd want to binge-watch Big Little Lies with), I couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic. After all, hair is a big part of our identities.

Having naturally curly hair that my parents didn't quite know how to handle (A for effort, Dad!), heightened my awareness of my hair at a young age. It looked different than my friends who had pin-straight pigtails in my preschool class. But as my younger sister Megan developed similar ringlets, it made me feel better about being different. It was something special that we shared. And even though I didn't always love my curls, I loved Megan's (isn't it funny how that works?). Our hair was a common thread that brought us together (even though we're super different). When I discovered Paul Mitchell Sculpting Foam and its ability to define my curls without leaving them crunchy, I immediately let Meg in on the secret. Years later, we are still trading hair advice (try this Kerastase shampoo; use this curling wand). In fact, every time I visit Megan in our hometown in Pennsylvania, she always asks me if I need her to book me a blowout.

My hair bonding didn't end there. When I was an elementary school cheerleader (Go, CTHS!), it was a ritual that every night before a competition, we would have a sleepover and a few of our moms would pull our hair up into high buns, mist the length of our ponytails with a spray bottle filled with water, then wrap our hair with pale pink sponge curlers. We'd play silly games to distract ourselves from our nerves until we fell asleep. We'd wake up and undo the curlers to reveal ribbon curls that we'd top with a giant red bow before running out onto the mat.

Years later, hair still plays a role in my relationships. Just this morning, I went to Drybar (a blowdry bar) with my best friend, Jess, as a little Friday treat to ourselves for making it through the week. We grabbed coffee, got pampered, and, of course, took a selfie to document the experience (see the evidence, above). I've become a lot more comfortable with my hair—and know how to manipulate it to my liking—but regardless of its style, color, or length (right now, I have super long extensions), I love the friends and memories I've made over it.