I’m a raging mess of hormones on a good day so after the 2nd squatter left you can imagine just how I felt – never mind what that did to Boss-Lady. A small bout of post-partum? Absolutely. Weird adult acne issues? Definitely. Throw in a bit of hair loss and a body that doesn’t feel like your own I can see where she may have had a bit of issues.
It’s no secret that pregnancy and birth changes you forever – heck, look at me! I’m rumpled and dimpled and scarred from 3 of those! But what happens when those changes conflict with your identity?
What did I do that was so bad you ask? I gave her straight hair. Different? Yes! She spent her life with big, bold, beautiful curls the likes of Shirley Temple. Terrible? I didn’t think so.
But life is funny like that – the smallest little thing can have a huge impact. Fast-forward through a third pregnancy, ailing parents, the loss of a few loved ones and life… and she just seems a little bit sad all the time.
You can’t see it really: she’s laughing and smiling and rocking out her big personality like she always has.
But I can tell. I can feel it.
When she looks at an older couple and she can see how beautiful they were in their youth. When tragedy strikes in the world and her twitter stream lights on fire. When she looks in the mirror to do her hair.
She picks up the brush, she sighs, and untangles a chevelure that doesn’t feel right in her hands.
Wife, Mother, Daughter, Caregiver, Entrepreneur… all titles she holds. But what about Woman?
The medication, the therapy… they help. But still – Where is that woman that used to look back at her in the mirror?
I overheard her talking on the phone – seems she booked an appointment at the spa. I’m guessing she’s taking her looks into her own hands and getting her curl back today.
And hopefully when she looks in the mirror tonight, she’ll be just a little less sad.Read More