It's a bit sad that my thread devolved into bickering about members of the monarchy, but then I do think these discussions can unleash deeper beliefs and emotions by their very nature (particularly the question of whether there are undertones of racism in the idealisation of one hair type over another, it's there, whether we like it or not).
Some amazing contributions, thank you to everyone who has taken the time to share their thoughts.
I will admit that I am and always have been a bit depressed with my own hair.
As child I had white blond curls, blue eyes, rosy cheeks, I felt as though I stuck out a mile with my big wispy barnet and pale skin, when it seemed all of my peers had shiny straight hair and warmer skin tones that didn't show the network of veins beneath it.
On the other hand, other people, especially strangers went nuts about it, I was pointed out and fussed over, described as an 'angel' with a gasp quite often. I was repeatedly told (not by family) that I was special, rare, perfect. It's all really toe-curling isn't it? Vintage cringe, lol. But it happened, and rather than inflating my ego it had a more disturbing effect, in that I perceived myself as weird, even monstrous, but kept this to myself.
I attempted to dye it as soon as I became a teen. The hairdresser wouldn't touch it. Up to being 24 or thereabouts, stylists told me never to touch it at all, that it was the type of hair people would pay thousands for.
Then suddenly the world did a huge switcheroo and my hair became terrifyingly unfashionable seemingly overnight. All stylists wanted to flatten it with irons, uttering words of sympathy. I was told that it must be 'awful' to have my hair. that it was 'insane'.
So yes, it is fickle, our appreciation of hair-types, the trends that come and go. Why some people are so curiously over-invested in specifying that only one type of (white/youthful) hair texture is allowed to correlate with health and status is baffling.
It is still a lovely blonde colour, with new white bits coming in at the root like natural hilights. I have come to love the colour but the curls no longer form, it is rather a mass of fuzz, like a soft kind of candyfloss, fine but lots of it, and it softens naturally into a wave. When it passes my shoulders it continues to grow like fluffy string, no matter how much I spend or how well I take care of it. I can not make my hair thicker, heavier or more lush at the ends unless I crop it to the shoulder, and then it perks up fantastically. All the money in the world won't alter this, especially as I age, and I am grateful for what I DO have, I suppose.
Most of the images in the thread are also of very young, never mind white, women. It is the luck of the draw, it has nothing to do with having a privileged childhood or whether your grandparents were underfed street urchins (mine weren't, they worked in education). I am also 5'5, which has recently been declared lower class on mumsnet, but you have to laugh at this silly clap trap, it often stems from insecurity and self loathing.