My Dear Hair
Maybe it is just me, but every time around 4-6 months postpartum I slowly shed the beautiful and luscious mane I normally benefit from each pregnancies. Well -- it is that time again. It is that time that when I comb, shampoo, rinse or even simply just run my fingers through my hair I always end up with clumps of hair in my hand. It is that time that I second look at myself in the mirror to see if that wad of hair resulted in a bald spot. It is that time to bid adieu to the only thing that has kept me feeling at least a bit attractive as I waddled my way through until the end of the pregnancy. And to ease the pain of this gradual loss, I would like to write a letter to my hair.
Dear Beautiful and Luscious Hair,
Do you know how much you will be missed? Do you know how much it meant to me that you kept me looking descent on those many days I was feeling ill from being knocked up? I actually took many fabulous pictures of you, even colored and styled you like never before. Heck, I even convinced my husband to take a professional picture with the whole family and thank goodness he went along. Your memory will now be immortalized on the new frames that will don my family room wall. And in there, I can look at you everyday and say – damn, you looked awesome in those pictures.
Actually, I truly didn’t expect you to stay around. I knew that around this time you are leaving me. I just hope that you had enjoyed your stay and know that you were treated very well. And with that in mind – I thought it would be ok to ask you a big favor.
Would it be too much to ask if you take some fat with you on your way out? Only then I can truly feel ok and finally move on.
MJ aka Sugarmama
How ironic is it that the one you want is so hard to keep, and the one you don’t want is so hard to lose.