Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow

I admit it.

A Blow Dry :p

I admit. I am a tad self obsessed. I love ny hair. It is long to shoulder length, sometimes growing all the way to my waist.  And I love it. The waves, the curls, the frizz. I love it.

I did the unthinkable a few days back. I got them chopped to a Bob cut to help a friend get certified. And I’m crying about it. I feel bald almost.

I know it’s just hair and it’ll grow back. Sure it will. But why do I feel so empty now that the initial euphoria has worn out and the blow dry has left me?

I’ve never been someone with a huge sense of self esteem. Andbi have loved my hair without judgment. I love the feeling of running my fingers through them or having anyone run their fingers through my hair. Just seeing them wave naturally gave me such a high.

If I haven’t probably turned off all readers by sounding too batty, I do have a point.

We tend to stay with what we love. Our blankets, those cosy slippers, our favorite toys, clothes, that favorite pen you must have or that dish you always eat first thing your birthday. Often we pick convenices and stick to restricting our sense of beauty within that.


I decided this year to use it to explore beauty. To find myself and to find all the beauty within me. I even started making notes and writing. And here I was horridly set back when I got a hair cut done.

Your hair or eyes or feet or handwriting or washboard abs NEVER define you. They cloathe you. They give you something to smile about. Would I trade them for money? Maybe not. Would I trade them for a hug, a loving cuddle every night, a good night kiss or a good morning embrace? Without a doubt.

I notice we prioritise so many things ahead of simple stuff. Beautiful stuff. Ahead of life. And we miss out on so much. Maybe I missed out on so many years of discovering my inner beauty and listening to my inner voice while I obsessed over how beautiful my hair looked.

I had hair yesterday.  It is gone (well almost) today. And I am left with no other choice but to look at myself and remind me of the beauty in me. Or the beauty of life turning out maybe how I imagined it years back. Or how that comforted feeling that wrapped you when you knew something was JIST RIGHT! And that things were about to get better.

You have beauty today. It could be gone tomorrow.  What will stay with you, is what you are deep within. Make a conscious effort to give that little you some TLC. Everyday.

I part with these random words I strung about now,

Hair Today. Gone Tomorrow

Life Today. Gone Tomorrow

Ethereal and Beautiful You.

Right in your heart , Forever So!

Part 2: Beautiful Me, Beautiful You

Author: NM

Journeys fascinate me!!! About me?? The Discovery of Me is another journey ;) :P

5 thoughts on “Hair Today, Gone Tomorrow”

  1. It is beautiful reminder of how external things. Your hair, your clothes, you stuff are there today but might not be there tomorrow.
    I love the subtle minimalism in the theme. for obvious reasons.
    An amazing post and a brilliant reminder, to focus on the things that actually matter.
    To love oneself without the frills because frills might not be there one day, the beauty always is.
    To not define oneself through their external factors and stuff but through what they really are inside, deep inside.
    Keep writing!

    1. Thank youu Minimalist 🙂 🙂

      Good to know I am following this path too!!

      The most reassuring sound, is the sound of your own heartbeat!!

      Cheers and thank you for the comment.

  2. A motivating discussion is definitely worth comment.
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  3. Nyiati,
    I loved your post.
    It’s so contemporary and meaningful as we see celebrities posting selfies of themselves without make-up (supposedly) to back-up cancer awareness (and again supposedly), it reminded me of how many women lose their hair due to cancer and have to look at their sullen faces in the mirror without any frame. I’m happy that it did not fall because of chemo or any thing rasher.
    It’s very interesting what tradition, culture and society demands of us, women. We should be always sexy, with long hair. Why can’t we be beautiful and sexy without it?
    “Throw your tresses, Rapunzel! I need an answer to my question, please.”
    As confessions go, here is mine: I have cut my hair short several times, once even in a cropped, male style with only a short bang.
    I know that every time I did it, it was because I needed to see myself better.
    Although I’m aware that many find me more beautiful with longer hair, every time I need to search for my inner self, I prefer to do it without impairing veils or frames of imposed beauty. It’s so much easier.
    Ah, and btw, I never thought myself less beautiful with shorter hair. It was just different.

    1. Oh Cris!! Thank you for such an insightful comment. You are truly beautiful 🙂

      Yes society does seem to demand a lot in terms of looks even to the most minute level. What it comes down to finally, is how we see ourselves in the mirror because that is the person we’re answerable to.

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