Hair.

My hair is my everything. It gives me confidence and it can ruin my day. Make me smile or discourages me. It used to be longer and I don't like the layers it has now. It used to be curlier too. But none the less, I love my hair. Thick, dark, curly and mostly manageable. So if I love my hair so much, why do I keep pulling it out? I have little bald spots all over my head now. It started out as one and now there are probably five. Five bare spots, missing pieces of what makes me beautiful. The only thing that makes me physically attractive. My hair. I love it, but it feels so good to rip it the fuck out. In that moment, that instant pain.
I love my hair.