My hair is long enough now that it can hold itself up if I tie it right. Before tiny clots slipped into my brain and dented the hardware, this would have been impossible, length or no. My hair was slippery soft then, resistant to anything that wasn’t a beeline freefall.
I could coil the strands around a silently burning cylinder and, for a second, the straight pull of my hair would yield to a forced roundness. But then, quick as it appeared, it would whisper away the curl.
Now my hair swishes instead of slips. To most people, it sounds the same, but to me, who has been carrying around this field my whole life, the difference is still startling. Sometimes I turn my head to see who is standing so close that I can hear their hair.
I shift my fingers through the locks and it is like touching a stranger.
I take a pinch and wind it tight. If I hold it there for just a few seconds, it’ll keep the shape I’ve mimicked.
Yes, I can curl this strange hair with my fingers. No heat required. No pink plastic rolls whorled under a cap necessary.
I don’t know if I liked my old hair better than my new hair, and I don’t know how long it’ll take to become accustomed to the swish, but I do like that this very big part of my life didn’t just leave without a trace, didn’t just whisper itself away like a heat pressed curl.
I have a little texture now. I twist my hair up and knot it above my head. It stays.
It stays.
Look at that.
Some part of me has finally learned to stay.
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rarasaur 
Mine actually did leave without a trace, about 5 years ago. Stress induced alopecia universalis. Certainly could have been worse. I’m a guy for one thing. I can only imagine what it must be like for a lady. Plus…I didn’t have a heart attack, aneurysm or (dear friend) a stroke. So when I gaze upon my shiny pate, I see a lucky crown. I just would really love some eyelashes. They’re wonders for keeping crap out of your eyes….
Much love—
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I know that’s what lashes are for but I really had never thought about what happens if you don’t have them. I’m sorry for the stress but I’m glad you came out of it even shinier. ❤️🙂
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I rather like my shiny self. 🙂
And I’m lucky in another way–I’m told I wear it well–my head is not too lumpy…
I’ve actually been thinking of a blogpost: “The pros and cons of being hairless.” There are so many things I have discovered that I never would have even thought of…
But really, these are small problems in my small little world. I really am very lucky.
The stress is mostly gone (aside from a few lingering tax issues). I survived. My marriage survived.
On another note (ha!), I too occasionally suffer from auditory sensitivities (migraines?). I think mine stem from too many years working in extremely noisy environments and being more sensitive than I wanted to admit and all of it just catching up with me. I can appreciate how a seemingly subtle/slight (to others) shift in sounds can make a monumental difference in one’s personal environment. I hope that the swish becomes a thing of comfort for you (no need for scrunchies!). It is a beautiful part of your beautiful self.
Much love–
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RaRa,
Picture?
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