I’ve always been someone who loved my hair until one day, I didn’t. It started when I was pregnant and hair was just falling out like crazy…until I started to take prenatal vitamins. Then none of my hair would fall out and I was left with a thick, heavy mane.
I got so sick of breaking hair ties, my ponytail giving me a headache and to top it all off, a newborn with a thing for grabbing hair. So I was fed up and chopped it to my shoulders. Contrary to my expectations, my hair was STILL thick and heavy and Riley still tried to forcefully remove it at every opportunity. Now, I couldn’t put it in a fun bun! Why? Because I just ended up with a mullet bun and 5 months later, it’s still not grown back out.
Constant. Hair. On. My. Neck. I am on the verge of a breakdown, Brittany Spears style. My hair is falling out, my baby hairs are out of control, and Riley actually seeks and destroys my hair. If there is hair nearby, his clammy little drool fists will find it.
The only thing keeping this wretched mass of frustration fuel on my head is the fact that summer is almost over and I do NOT bud well with cold ears.
If someone (anyone?) Out there has any tricks for someone who hates hair but would look ghastly without it, I am all ears. (Warm ears for now)
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