June, is as welcome as the blessed showers that temper our hot clime. Even so, I got a haircut so that my brain wouldn’t get fried. My parched soul got a good watering too when I burst into tears in the middle of the haircut. Turned out that hair is not just hair. It’s a metaphor for my life. (Bahaha believe it or not)
Long rebonded hair, everyone has it, from giggly schoolgirls and busty bimbos to aunties who give stalkers a shock when they swish their silky tresses away to reveal their real age. I rebonded my thick hair to make it more manageable but recently it’s been weighing me down. Creature of habit, if I didn’t splash 200 bucks on my damn hair I would have chopped it off for an edgy short crop.
Too keep it short, I shouldn’t imprison myself with mirrors and beat myself up with a measuring stick. Keep at my own pace, do what I want, and remember that as long as I persist I will reach my goal. Be more forgiving and patient with myself. If I press on too hard, I might just give up and isolate myself because I deem myself a failure and am too ashamed to face my friends. What I need to learn now is to learn how to handle these problems and live life happily in the present moment. Finish everyday properly and be grateful that I am who I am.
The best way to be ok is to admit that you’re not ok. The two Malaysian hairstylists were too good to me. I’m thankful that I meet such nice people.
