In similar fashion to how a person would grieve a lost loved one, I am deeply mourning the loss of my big hair.
At first, I welcomed the thought of trying something new and embracing a new sense of myself. But now, the dreaded Big Hair Bereavement has begun.
Each day my roots seem more pronounced, my hair lays more limp against my head, and new hair inspirations are a dream of the past.
Oh, Big Hair, how I long for thee. How I wish I could be once more graced by your stiffness and teased magnificence. My existence is a mere sham without you.
Alas, only 354 more days until we are united again. How I count the days and tears that fall until I can once again experience your greatness.