This blog post contains affiliate links. Please read disclaimer. I always wondered how Arielle did it. Spending her life beneath the surface, her gorgeous long hair flowing in the current as she frolicked around with her sisters and fish-friends, casually combing through it with some kind of wide-toothed comb, her hair would look soft, shiny and absolutely fizz-free when she decided to emerge to have her heart broken.     If I were to spent my days with my hair immersed in salt water, it would probably look like dried…