Céline’s Dyson straightener

Hi, I’m Celine. I have curly hair — not the effortless kind you see in shampoo ads, but the kind that turns into a full-blown lion’s mane if I even think about humidity. For years, my Dyson Corrale straightener was my lifeline. It didn’t just style my hair — it gave me emotional stability. It was my quiet companion during rushed mornings, bad dates, job interviews, and breakdowns.

But now… it’s broken.

And so am I.

Since that devastating day, I haven’t been the same. I can’t function. I’ve tried to move on, but every knockoff straightener just pulls, burns, or mocks me. I’ve been late to work. I avoid social events. I no longer make eye contact with myself in the mirror.

People say “it’s just a straightener.” But those people don’t understand. This isn’t about vanity. This is about survival.

So please, if there’s any chance the universe is listening: help me find a new Dyson. Help me find myself again. Because until I do… I am unwell.