Editorial

"Hair. Is. Everything."

This week's cover coincided with my umpteenth rewatch of the iconic Fleabag monologue. It may seem silly, but there was a time when I did think hair is everything. Hair loss is something that I've struggled with for most of my adult life, so now my brain is wired to think about how any lighting will enhance my balding spots. For years, the way my hair sits on my head dictated how the rest of my day will commence.

The cover story also reminded me how my hair obsession has always been intrinsic. As a child, it drove me insane to the point where I wrapped a bedsheet around my freshly bald head and ordered everyone to call me Rapunzel.

As I write this, I'm struggling with yet another questionable haircut that haunts me in my sleep. A few years ago, I would've refrained from social interactions to hide the chop. However, maturity has taught me there is more to life than bad hair days. I have learned to let go and finally appreciate the cool breeze caressing my bald spots.