I saw a woman with bouncy smooth glossy hair.
Mine is never going to be like that again. I've accepted that truth. I tried to let it grow a little longer but it just turned into a bushy shapeless mess. So I got it cut off. I'm trying to be practical. I mean, at this point, I'm glad to have hair. If I need to wear it short, well that's not the worst thing that could happen. I keep telling myself this stuff, and I'd made my peace with it. I thought. Until today, when I saw a woman with reddish hair, shiny and glossy, a perfect page boy. It bounced as she walked, and she carelessly tucked it behind her ear as she talked. I thought I was okay with the hair thing. But maybe not.