The Joys of Postpartum Hair Loss

I’ve always loved hair. Specifically, I love the story hair tells. You might think I mean completely polished, shiny works of art—but no. I mean a college student running late to class with a messy topknot; or maybe a young boy who took a pair of scissors to his curly hair as an experiment. Short, long, curly, straight, messy, kept, whatever the case may be, I think hair plays a huge story. The eyes may be the windows to the soul but hair is the bow on top. Even if that bow looks more like a tassel.