If I were to use one word to describe my hair, 'pitiful' would pretty much sum it up.
My not-so-crowning-glory has been shedding at an alarming rate for almost three long and frustrating years now, clogging up shower drains and filling hairbrushes wherever I go. The deterioration became so noticeable that my ponytail had the circumference of a five pence piece. To add insult to injury, the texture of my hair is as lacking as its volume. I call it 'puff' as it resembles three-day-old candyfloss, becoming coarser and almost see-through in certain lights. Yes, pitiful puff.
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