My hair has always been a bone of contention with me. I have never really liked it, even though people tell me it is thick, wavy and lustrous.
It used to be so, until I began prematurely graying. Ever since then it has just been a plain struggle to keep the roots touched up.
After my two kids though, even the basic care is impossible. Even a day of washing my hair feels like a privilege.All
After watching this video, I feel pangs of longing, to have even a strand of lustrousness and beauty their hair has. The way they could play with it. I don’t want curlers, hot irons, colors… honestly. All I want is to be able to run my fingers through my hair and feel their softness. Feel the lightness and bounce. I just want to be able to run my hair on my baby’s tummy and have her giggle with glee, rather than always having to tightly roll them up in a bun.
I just want my older daughter to want to play hairdresser with my hair. Turn it this way and that without the fear of breakage.
I want my husband to want to touch my hair often, the way he used to do, before we got married.
All I want is to never feel like everyday is a “bad hair day”. I don’t want to go to events looking haggard and like someone just ran electricity through my hair.
What I want is to be able to take a head shower and not feel like my hair is made of coconut threads.
I long to feel like a million bucks again.
Hopefully, someday. 🙂
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