Will The Next Hair Be “The One”?
Pull out a hair; slide it through your fingers.
Feel the texture.
Crunch the root between your teeth and discard the hair.
Maybe the next hair will be “the one!”
This one isn’t.
And neither is the next.
On to another pull.
This just has to be it-the one that’s going to satisfy so much that you’ll never have to pull again!
But it’s not.
In fact, it’s a disappointment-”a wasted pull”.
Maybe the next one will be it.
When will enough be enough? The next hair will never be enough because it’s not really what you’re looking for.



February 27th, 2010 at 5:15 pm
This is me. I reach for my hair, I stroke my head, feeling for any imperfection. I locate a kink, a split end and I pull carrying the hair towards my mouth I pause for inspection, momentarily satisfied if I am right and it is indeed a split end. I bite the broken hair and crunch the root, dropping the hair on the floor. I make piles, which, in the end I scoop up and put in the bin. Why do I do this?
I don’t know but it makes me so sad that I am crying as I type this. I have been pulling my hair since I was 11…I’ll be 40 next year.