Early on in my childhood, I knew that my hair was exceptional. Others had money, mansions and the ability to multiply 4 digit numbers in their heads. I had my hair- wavy, unruly, frizzy, savage..exceptional.
For someone who spent majority of her life in the pursuit of taming her voluminous mane- (in)famously known as the perfect hiding spot for smuggling mobiles into school, I was shocked when they suddenly decided to unfriend my scalp and fall out in clumps. So I did the obvious- tried umpteen home remedies to address the problem. Eggs, avocados and mayo went into my hair but even snacks couldn’t persuade my mane to stay rooted. To summarise, I had a problem even coconut oil couldn’t fix.
Last week, my hair dresser told me that my hair was getting curlier and scantier as I approached *cough* middle age. Alongside me a woman was arguing with the stylist about the unfortunate turn her hair dyeing process had taken. Another young man was getting his hair to defy gravity while a teen was being made to resemble a porcupine. As my stylist tried to straighten my incorrigible bangs painfully and I began to resemble Medusa tattooed onto his forearm increasingly… I thought two thoughts:
1/ what sort of hat would suit my face shape?
2/ why is hair considered such an important element of beauty? If Lady Godiva’s naked ride through the streets covered only by her hair taught us one thing it is that one who has the hair has it all?
My struggle with fixing the attrition on my head continues with more innovative techniques like meditation, spells and coercion. However, hair struggles are a part of adulting and below are my top 3 ways to console those who complain about hair fall:
1/ Not everyone can look like Michelle Pfeiffer and frankly it’s not like you ever had a chance
2/ Aren’t you glad it’s your hair that’s falling out and not your teeth?
3/ Have you seen The Rock?
But just in case everything goes downhill..
Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your extensions.
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