Hair is a very important thing that we have on our bodies. I'm sure men that go bald early would agree how important it is for us to have a good chunk of hair on our heads.
All of us kids inherited thick hair from my dad. And our hair grows like crazy. My dad is past fifty, yet has a very thick head of hair. It is graying just a little, but he still looks a lot like he did when he was 30 except a few pounds heavier.
I hate cleaning hair out of drains. I start to dry heave and if not caught, will eventually throw up. I have no idea why, but it just totally grosses me out. Even if its my own hair.
Today I saw a neighbor at the store. He lives down the street. He was severely burned while deployed in Iraq. I don't know the details, (nor do I know his name) , but a lot of the hair on his head is completely gone. Instead he has scars, and then a little less than half his hair is on his head. I can only imagine his feelings about how he now looks, especially with patchy hair on his head.
While I was pregnant with my son, my hair grew like crazy. And not just on my head. Everywhere, and I mean everywhere. It must have been the testosterone from my very male little boy. I didn't even lose hair in the shower. The funny thing is that after he was born, just a few weeks later, it started to really come out. When I was pregnant with my daughter, none of this crazy hair thing happened. That's why I think it was the testosterone.
I've been told that I have nice hair, great hair.... I actually like my hair. I've learned how to make it look good finally. And when my hair looks good, I find that I am more confident. Don't know why really. Maybe because I feel good about how I look.
These are my random thoughts about hair.