For a long time I thought if no one knew my problems I'd be ok. But as the "tumble weeds" of my hair were anywhere I went some people started to question. I can't stop it I tell them, and tried to explain to the few I trusted what was going on. Most of my friends never heard of such a thing. Then it seemed the more people I told the more I pulled, like I almost felt comportable doing it infront of them cause they knew. So I thought great that didn't go as planned at all. I love my hair so much and don't know why I can't stop. It always has to be in a poneytail and I cant even do my favorite thing, pigtails, anymore. And even though I need a hair cut, the past few times I got one the poeple commented which I think was unprofessional, if I was a cancer patient they wouldn't say anything. I know this cause my mom had cancer. But now the hair bands I use cause breakage cause my hair just falls out with no problem, any suggestions?
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