Dear Hair...

I have wanted to have a talk with you a while but I am so upset by what is going on between us that I feel my feelings are best represented in a letter. Hair, you used to be my great asset.

If I didn't like my outfit, I would think, "Well, at least I have good hair." It was cute, fun, easy, and a real joy to have on my head. Of course, it was always a tinge thick - but I was always able to work it out. Short or long, I had a nice head of hair.
Fast forward one year later...and I have Tommy. Suddenly the hormones have mysteriously and inexplicably made you incredibly thick and curly. Very, very creepishly curly. Now, I am shunned by it when I go to the bathroom and catch a glimpse. I am at a loss for style and products. Hair, you have let me down. I don't know what to do. Will you work with me, for the love of god, and drop about 5 pounds of your curly fro? I just want my old hair back. O.k. so this is a lovely family shot and all...but check out the pubes on my mom haircut. Hair...please have mercy. Cause god knows I know longer have cute outfits to make up for the lame hair.

Love, your owner, Sarah