Motherhood. It’s a beautiful, messy, overwhelming kaleidoscope of love and exhaustion. Before my daughter, Lily, arrived, my hair was my crown – thick, shiny, and easy to manage.
Then came the endless nights, the hormonal shifts, and the relentless demands of a newborn. Suddenly, my once-lustrous locks were brittle, dry, and falling out in disheartening clumps. Every brushstroke felt like a battle, every shower a lament over the hair disappearing down the drain.