For many, hair is more than just strands growing from the scalp; it’s an expression of identity, beauty, and strength. I’ve always admired those with long, thick, healthy hair—there’s something deeply captivating about it. I won’t lie, I’ve envied it. The way it flows, the way it shines—it’s something I’ve strived for in my own journey. So, when I experience hair loss, even though it’s not frequent, it feels like a personal setback, as if I’m losing a part of that vision I’ve worked so hard to achieve.
Healthy, long hair is more than a goal for me; it’s a passion. I’ve poured my time, care, and energy into my hair care routine because I genuinely believe in nurturing it from the roots up. I’ve dedicated countless hours massaging my scalp with care, letting my fingers gently coax my hair into growth, believing in the power of touch. These scalp massages aren’t just routines—they’re rituals. I pour my heart into every minute, imagining how each stroke will bring me closer to the healthy, long locks I dream of.
I lean into natural remedies like aloe vera, onion, rice water and honey, believing in their power to restore my hair’s strength and health. And while rice water hasn’t worked for me the way it has for others, I never lose faith in the process. I’ve learned that patience is as important as any ingredient—it’s about listening to what my hair needs, nurturing it gently, and finding what works best for me.
When hair loss happens, it’s hard not to feel that sinking feeling of disappointment. But instead of being defeated, I’ve chosen to focus on what I can control. I take it as a cue to lean in even more, to care for my hair with love and attention. The time I spend massaging, moisturizing, and caring for my hair has taught me that beauty doesn’t come instantly. It’s in the patience, in the small, careful steps I take every day.
In a world where thick, beautiful hair is glorified, it’s easy to feel inadequate. But I’ve learned to find peace in my journey, knowing that each strand of hair, whether it stays or falls, is part of the process. My hair may not be perfect, but it is mine—nurtured, loved, and cherished in ways that make the journey worth it.
The photo above is a picture l took with my phone showing how my hair is now.
