I’m a really, really, really sorry for everything I’ve done to you over the years.
I’ve never appreciated you. I’ve colored you, cut you into a chin-length bob, I’ve hacked multiple layers and brought you from platinum blonde to jet black without so much as a second thought. I’ve cut you on my own when I was too impatient for an appointment.
Then, I had to go ahead and get pregnant last year.
You were so excited. You grew and grew and grew and never got greasy. You LOVED LIFE. You made me excited to wake up in the morning. I spent many magical hours perusing YouTube for fun tutorials that I could try on you. I could throw you up in a silly topknot and you looked chic. I could toss you into a messy side-pony, and you looked
And where are you going?
I still need you. Please stop falling out, and come back to me. When I’m in the shower and I’m conditioning you, I’m not crying because of lack of sleep, or because I desperately need a night out, or because I can’t seem to catch up on laundry. I’m crying because you’re leaving me, and I don’t know how to stop it.