After Becoming Bald, I’d Cherished My Silvery Grays More and More

not my photo…

Translated…

Taking after my father, I’d gotten, a black head of hair, and, the first time those grays showed up was right after I’d become a mother.  Returning my conflicts with my hair, it’d reflected to my mindset in the various stages of my life.

Back then, during my adolescent years, I’d often fought the teachers on my hair being too long; and, after I’d managed to squeeze through that small door of college entrance exam, I’d left home for school, and, in order to test out how I look the best, I’d spent all of my part-timing wages on my head; highlights, feather cuts, MFBA, I’d done it all, I’d had a different look each and every single semester for myself.

After I’d waved goodbye to the campus, in order to get rid of that youthfulness about me, and becoming assimilated into the work environment, I’d gotten a wavy perm, lived in the high-tension environment of work, and, my health deteriorated, and finally, I’d fallen, very ill.

Recalling how on the eve of my open skull surgery, I’d shaved my head, because the doctor had ordered me to, watched how my long, brown curls were, falling off, left and right, I’d not felt sad at all, just felt regretful, that for the sake of performing better at work, I’d ended up, sacrificing my own health, that it wasn’t, worth it one bit.

After my illness, the hairs started sprouting up over my head like the grasses in the springtime, as I recuperated, I’d even gotten used to keeping my hair short, I’d not dyed my hair as I cared, I’d only hoped, that my hair would have the original luster that it naturally had.  After I’d gotten reborn, I’d changed tracks, entered into the family, become a wife and a mother, and, at the time when I’m taking care of my newborn child, the silvery strands started, taking over the top of my head.

not my picture still…

But, since I’d gone through the stage of being bald, I’d not felt disgusted toward the strands of whites popping out from my head since.  After all, life is like the seasons, and nobody can stay young forever, being healthy and alive right at this moment, is a blessing on its own.

And so this sort of a conclusion, this woman had arrived, after she’d fallen extremely ill, and, falling ill had, made her rethink her own priorities too, and that, is the wakeup call she was in need of.