Yes, my hair is falling out in clumps again.
Yes, my hair is falling out in clumps again.
Yes, that means baby is getting chubbier and cuter and smilier.
Yes, I hate it (the hair falling out) and,
Yes, I know it’s temporary.
Yes, I’ll drink more water, take more biotin, use more rosemary oil, and put my hair up in “non-stressful hairstyles”
Yes, I might wear a hat when it’s not that cold.
Yes, I’ll appreciate the beauty filters and imperfect webcams on zoom.
Yes, I’ll wear cute earrings, conceal my under eyes, and swipe on some mascara.
Yes, I’ll keep my clothing rental subscription so I can feel the dopamine hit of a cute sweater every month, AND
I’ll wonder if you notice, AND
I’ll think about it too much, AND
I’ll be nervous to comb my hair,
To shower;
In my head, I name each shower after a bloody civil war battle -
Which is not funny -
But we’re losing a lot of good men out here! (My hairs, that is)