The sight of long braided hair swinging back and forth keeping up with the stride of its owner has always made a dent in my heart. There is a certain charm or a lakshnam that radiates from someone with thick jet black hair, wouldn’t you agree?
My hair was at its healthiest in the postpartum period following Hari’s delivery. The prenatal vitamins and the nutritious meals did the trick. No such luck the second time around though. For the past few years, let’s just say that it has been one swift downhill with more hair swirling on the floor of my house than what was residing on my head, and don’t even get me started on the accelerated pace of graying..! Well, what more can one expect from gross negligence, isn’t it? In spite of having lost its glory, I struggled with letting go. Clinging to the vain hope that it will somehow turnaround with absolutely no care taking on my part. But hey, there is only so much running away from one’s inner truth. At some point, one succumbs to its glare!
One fine day, it dawned on me that I need something bigger, something more compelling, to let go of the somewhat long, but hardly dense hair. And from that need came the desire to grow my hair so I can give it away to someone who can put it to better use. What better motivation than knowing that you can make a difference, right? So I have been growing my hair with the goal to give it away. And this weekend. I took the plunge. I chopped eight inches of my hair and bagged it to ship it away to an organization that will take it.
I did some research and intend to go with Pantene Beautiful Hair Length. Going forward, I feel motivated to take good care of my hair, nurture it, so the quantity will be backed with quality and will be worthy of use.
On a side note, I couldn’t help but observe a palpable difference in my attitude from a decade back. In my mid-20s, I resisted cutting my hair because there was a part of me that did not want to erase my identity as a girl with long hair. Listening to someone say, “see she may have gone to the US, but she still has not changed as a person. She still has long hair” would have been music to my ears. But today, past my mid-30s, I laugh at the silliness of my 25 year old self.
This weekend , it was about overcoming my inertia. About keeping an open mind, allowing myself to evolve , and being true to myself.