Never ask your husband to be honest.
I've
been talking about what to do next with my hair for weeks now. Shall
I get a bob, put layers in it, try ombré, go darker, try a new hairstylist … blah blah blah. So the other
night, after listening to me for the umpteenth time, my husband looks
at my hair, and with an open sincere heart tells me ”Yes, you're
right, you should get a new cut... your hair... looks tired”. That
was it... my heart broke into a million pieces... silently...
... and
for the whole week-end I felt SO self-conscious... I kept thinking
“My hair looks tired, my hair looks tired, my hair looks tired”.
I braided it, I pony-tailed it, I knotted it... but I could not hide
to the world or to myself that my hair... looks TIRED.
Thank you, honey.
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