I’m sorry I keep cutting you.
I’m sorry that I let you go gray for months at a time, just because I can’t decide on a hair color.
I’m sorry about the years I spent washing you in hot water.
I’m sorry I never learned to properly poof you – but we’re getting there. We’ve really missed out.
I’m sorry I fought your natural waves for so long.
I’m sorry I made you wear awful bangs for half of your life.
I’m sorry about the perms my mom put in.
I’m sorry about the bad color jobs with orange roots.
I’m sorry about MasterCuts in 2000. Like, really sorry.
I’m sorry I keep making you change caretakers.
as far as finding Anthony, who taught me to care for you properly?
for cutting back on heat styling?
for realizing I cut your bangs better than anyone else?
for switching to gentle shampoos?
for rinsing you in cold?
for feeding you coconut oil and biotin?