The Girl Playbook · Vol. 6 · Hair
Remember when you could throw your hair up in a ponytail in 5 seconds without worrying how thin it looked at the part, or checking your chin in the car mirror?
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The elastic had spent the night on your wrist, right where you’d left it after the dishes, and it went around your ponytail with no extra loops to make a thin one look like more.
You gathered everything at the back with one hand and gave it 2 twists without checking the part for scalp showing through, and the other hand was already patting your pocket for your keys.
It took less time than it took the dog to find his leash, and none of it went to hiding a single thin spot.
There was a time when you rolled out of bed and went, with no bright-light check of your hairline in the bathroom first and no pillow to inspect for what you’d shed overnight.
The bedroom was still gray at 6:40am, and you didn’t turn on a single lamp, and the magnifying mirror stayed folded away in the hall bathroom.
You caught your reflection in the hallway under the overhead bulb and kept walking, because the light found nothing about your hair that you’d have to hide.
Remember when someone held up a camera in flat afternoon daylight while you turned your chin and cheek whichever way you felt like, with no worry about the part at the top?
Your sister snapped one from above at the family picnic, and you looked at it on her phone without wincing at your part from that high angle, and told her to send you that one.
For the wedding picture you tilted your head with your jaw in the light, no stray chin hair to dodge, and held it there until the photographer said thank you.
On the Monday video call the laptop sat on a stack of cookbooks, tilted down at the top of your head, and you said good morning to everybody without pulling your ponytail forward.
You didn’t have to hold back a big laugh for fear of the hair on your chin catching the light, or hide your mouth behind your hand.
Back then, the tweezers weren’t in the glove compartment, and you never had to lock the bathroom door for a private session of plucking.
The glove compartment held a stack of drive-through napkins and the owner’s manual, and both had been there since the day you bought the car, with no emergency kit for a stray whisker.
Remember when you stood close to people and never wondered if they could see your thin part or a stray hair on your chin, or whether you’d missed a spot in the car mirror?
You used to say YES…
Yes - to the pool party, and the deep end, and coming up with your hair slicked flat against your head…
Yes - to the convertible with the top down and no scarf in your lap…
Yes - to the photo your sister took from up on the bench…
Yes - to the table under the bright lights in the middle of the restaurant…
Yes - to “something new” in the salon chair, with a photo in your hand…
Yes - to a hug that lasted as long as you wanted, with a cheek resting against your hairline…
It used to be…
You could throw your hair up in 5 seconds.
You could feel completely spontaneous.
You could feel completely confident.
You could feel like yourself… bold… self-assured… out the door with your hair down and your head up.
You didn’t have to part your hair where it hides the thinning… pluck before swimming… or turn toward the brightest light before leaving the house.
You didn’t have to keep tweezers in the car to pluck at the red lights on the way to work…
And you didn’t have to feel for a chin hair you could FEEL but couldn’t find, even with your glasses on and every light in the bathroom turned up.
You never had to brush before washing until you thought no more could possibly come out…
…and then watch the shower prove you wrong.
You didn’t have to dread the comb.
The black top used to be an easy choice…
…because your shoulders looked the same at 5pm as they did at 8am.
Your clothes, your desk chair, and your pillowcase were just your clothes, your desk chair, and your pillowcase.
You didn’t have to sneak off to deal with your chin so your partner wouldn’t see.
A gust of wind, a camera, or a trip to the pool didn’t come with a check you’d have to make first.
You didn’t have to wonder whether this was just your life now.
And these days all you ever hear is, “Give it more time.”
A serum shows up on Instagram, then a gummy on TikTok, then another gadget in your feed…
And when the bottle runs out with nothing to show for it, “give it more time” is the answer you get.
That’s an expensive answer.
But what if there’s a question worth asking before another bottle?
What if the ingredient on the front deserves a closer look?
What if “good for hair” leaves out something you’d want to mention at your next appointment?
Inside Hair, Everywhere, the supplement discussion includes a detail about biotin that isn’t a hair-growth promise…
…and it’s worth knowing before you decide a gummy is too ordinary to mention.
If your brush, your drain and your pillow have been keeping score lately, then this new book is a MUST read before you open the next bottle…
Before the next “miracle” serum lands in your cart at 11pm…
Before you pluck at the next red light on the way to work…
Before you choose your next seat under the bright lights at church or in the conference room…
Remember when getting ready was just getting ready…
You flipped your hair forward, shook it out, flipped it back over your part, and the day’s hair was done.
And at the store you didn’t have to hurry past the shiny freezer doors without looking at your reflection.
Back then nothing was holding you back…
…no hand drifting up to smooth the part…
…and you were in the group photo, front row, laughing, so you never felt left out of the best part of the night…
In those days you never had to pull a strand across a thin spot before you walked into a room.
Never had to hunt for the one dim corner in the fitting room.
Never had to tuck a hat into your bag just in case.
You could lean into your partner’s hand on the couch while the movie played and let them run their fingers through your hair from the hairline back, with nothing on your mind at all.
A printed educational guide, not personal medical advice. Use its explanations and worksheets to prepare informed questions for a qualified health professional.
Hair, Everywhere
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It’s strange how a life can get smaller without anyone meaning for it to.
And perhaps the saddest part is how easily you can get used to it.
You make your adjustments.
You find your excuses.
You tell yourself it’s only hair.
But it does matter.
The swim at the party matters.
The pictures matter.
The afternoons you spend in the sun with your hair down, just because it feels good, matter.
And somewhere along the way, perhaps you’ve forgotten that you matter just as much.
When was the last time you washed your hair without watching the drain?
The shampoo came in a green bottle that smelled like cucumbers, and you worked it into a lather with both hands, and your fingers came away with suds and no strands.
You stood under the water with your eyes closed and your head tipped back, humming the chorus of a song that had been stuck in your head since the drive home.
You hit the high note with confidence and missed it by a mile, and the shower curtain swayed as if it were applauding.
The water went down in a neat spiral, and the tub around the drain had that clean white shine.
Afterward the brush had only a few strands in it, and you tapped it on the edge of the sink and set it down without counting them.
Wouldn’t it be nice to switch your part from one side to the other?
A comb was all it took, or a fingertip, and you flicked it the other way on your way to the door.
On Monday it was parted down the middle, and you ate lunch on the steps in the noon sun with the light falling across the line.
On Tuesday it went to the left, on Wednesday to the right, and by Friday you’d forgotten which side was yours.
You passed a sunlit shop window in the afternoon and caught your hair and your smile together, and you kept both.
Do you miss the days when you could dive into the pool and let your hair get soaked?
The diving board sagged in the middle, and the line for it stretched back to the grill, and you stood in it in your oldest suit.
You counted to 3 out loud with the kids, bareheaded, and the water closed over the top of your head with a roar like applause.
You came up with your hands pushing the water off your face and back along your hairline, and the sun was waiting on your forehead.
The towel was striped and warm from the lounge chair, and you scrubbed it over your head with a hard rub and no care for how the strands lay.
Somebody’s kid yelled “again!” from the shallow end, so you went back under, and everybody at the party heard you laugh when you surfaced.
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Think of the first warm day of spring with the window rolled all the way down.
You left work at 5pm and took the long way home, just to feel the air on your face for 10 more minutes.
Your hair lifted off your neck and across your cheek and back again, with one hand on the wheel while the other drummed on the door.
At the red light you watched the crosswalk fill up with people in short sleeves, and the rearview mirror had only traffic in it.
You turned into the driveway with a strand in your eyes and your part blown sideways, and sat there 1 more minute because the song wasn’t over.
It used to be that a hug lasted as long as you wanted.
Your partner kissed the top of your head, right on the part, on the way past the stove, and you went on stirring.
First thing in the morning you rolled over and leaned in close, with your hair going every direction, and you were pulled in closer.
At the end of the night under the string lights in somebody’s yard, a friend hugged you from the side with her cheek against your hairline, and you didn’t lean away.
You used to throw a bag in the car and take off for the weekend.
Somebody said “let’s just go” at 4pm on Friday, and 20 minutes later the trunk was shut.
The toiletry bag held a toothbrush and sunscreen, and the tweezers and the little magnifying mirror stayed home on the shelf.
You never had to look for a hat to cover anything, and the bag was light enough to carry with one finger.
At the hotel the bulbs came on around the mirror like a marquee, and you leaned in close to put in your earrings and never looked at the top of your head.
A friend knocked and asked how long you’d be, and you said “2 minutes” and meant 2 minutes.
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There was a time when you walked into a salon and asked for something new.
You held up a photo, said “something like this,” and your stylist grinned and ran her fingers through your hair while you didn’t flinch.
You sat in the chair under the bright salon lights with a cup of tea going cold on the counter.
There was the heat on your neck and the soft tug at your scalp, and your eyes drifted shut for a second.
You tapped toffee, then cinnamon, then toffee again on the color card, and neither shade had any job of covering your part.
You walked out onto the sidewalk with the wind in your hair and shook your head just to feel it move.
Back then, you pulled your hair all the way back for the gym and went.
You grabbed a hair tie off the dresser and had it all up, sides and temples too, before you found your second sneaker.
It went high in a ponytail, and the sides and hairline took care of themselves.
In class the ponytail swung every time you jumped, and when the instructor yelled “1 more,” you gave her 1 more.
You wrapped your hair up in the towel with one twist afterward, the way you always did, and walked out to the parking lot with a wet spot spreading on the back of your shirt.
You used to take any seat in the house.
You got to church early enough on Sunday to have your pick, and you chose the 4th pew from the front, right under the lights.
A family with 3 kids filled in close behind you, and when the baby giggled at the organ, you turned and smiled at her.
At the office you took the seat under the brightest panel in the ceiling for a 2-hour meeting and filled a page and a half with notes.
At the movies you took the seat 1 row in front of a couple of strangers and reached for the popcorn.
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Do you miss the version of you who put on a hat just because it was cute?
You reached for the straw one from the hook by the door, the hook that held 4 hats and a leash, without checking the hall mirror.
At the ballgame the hat went low on your forehead, and you passed the nachos down the row.
At dinner you lifted it off in the open, hung it on the back of your chair, and ran your fingers once through your hair.
Other days it stayed on the hook, and you walked out bareheaded into the sun.
It used to be easy to stand on the deck of a boat in the wind.
Your hair streamed out behind you as you held the rail with both hands and tipped your face up to the spray.
You walked the length of the beach in a breeze, and the ends of your hair slapped across your mouth and stayed there.
Somebody yelled “look, dolphins!” and you turned toward the water mid-laugh, and the camera clicked before your hair settled, and you didn’t care.
You flipped through the pictures right there, past the blurry ones and the one of your shoe, until you got to that one.
Remember when you drove home with the car mirror left alone?
The window was down and a song was on the radio that you sang wrong, and your chin went unchecked the entire way.
You yawned at the light, and your hand rubbed along your jaw and found the same jaw you went to bed with.
At the patio table at lunch, your friend told the one about her road test, and you threw your head back and laughed straight up at the sky.
Her phone came out and caught you mid-laugh from underneath, chin and jawline and all, and you asked her to send it over.
You looked at the picture twice and posted it that night.
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Think of a long weekend with your best friends and a full tank of gas.
The top came down before you’d left the driveway, and you never once reached for a scarf.
You let your hair whip around at highway speed and tilted your head back and laughed at the sky.
The 3 of you passed a field of cows and waved at every one.
You pulled into a diner with a hand-painted sign showing a slice of cherry pie, hopped out windblown, and walked straight in.
When was the last time you left the bathroom door unlocked while you got ready?
Your friend wandered in for her mascara and wandered out again.
The 2 of you brushed your teeth side by side at the sink under a bulb bright enough to show everything, and neither of you gave it a thought.
On Sunday morning you ate toast at her counter in yesterday’s T-shirt with your hair in a knot, and you both laughed at the same thing at the same time.
Back then, a snow day meant out the door by 8.
Your friend texted at 7am that it was snowing, and you were out the door with your coat on over your pajama top.
You left the hood down and walked into the flakes bareheaded, and they landed in your hair and across your part and stayed there.
You stuck your tongue out at the first big one, and she did the same.
You bought hot cider at the corner, cupped it in your gloves, and walked on slowly with the steam on your face and your hair loose in the falling snow.
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Can you still see yourself brushing your hair out on the edge of the bed?
You brushed it in long strokes and never looked at the bristles, and the only number in your head was the time on the microwave clock.
You tossed it over one shoulder and then the other and gave it a shake.
Your daughter asked to borrow the brush, and you handed it over without looking at it first.
You fell asleep with your hair still wet after a bath and woke up on a pillowcase with nothing on it to count.
Think back to an afternoon at the pool with your grandchildren.
They called at 11am, and by noon you had your swimsuit on under your sundress.
You carried the bag of goggles and dive rings to the edge and handed them out like prizes, bending over each little head.
You walked in at the shallow end up to your shoulders and dunked your hair all the way under.
Somebody counted how long you stayed under and announced it was 9 seconds, and that became the record.
You climbed out and sat in the sun with your wet ponytail dripping down your back, and you were in no hurry to go home.
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