The very hairs on my head are different - each hair on my head has longer fibres, a rounder cross-section, and is about 40% thicker than Caucasians'. I've heard that because of its thickness, our hair must be cut directionally, that it, must be combed carefully and cut at a particular angle to keep it laying properly. (If you think about cutting pencil lead vs a pencil - does that help you envision it?)
HH and I were having a talk one morning before he left for work. I was saying I needed a hair cut and started to cry. I was high at the time - high on hormones. I hadn't had a haircut in months and felt disheveled and unattractive. I knew I should be able to transcend that and concentrate on my inner self but I couldn't. I felt badly about myself. Frumpy and dumpy.
I heard about a Tom Jones song when I was younger that had a line something like,
'When your woman is feeling bad, Sometimes a woman needs a new dress.'
At the time, those words turned my blood into sour juice that shot through my veins right into my heart and head and nearly drove me to insanity.
Twenty years later, I see that sometimes, this woman needs a new dress. Or do