“Hair is a woman’s life,” they say. And it’s true.

For the past 20 years or so, I’ve kept my hair long. I might trim a centimeter or two occasionally, but it’s generally what’s considered “long.”
Of course, I’ve sometimes been tempted to try a bob or a short cut when I see others with them, but my hair remains long.

One reason for this goes back to when I was an unknowing elementary school student. At the hair salon, when asked, “Would you like layers?” I didn’t understand what “layers” meant, so I just replied “Yes” thinking it was best to answer, and ended up with a drastic short cut. It was the complete opposite of the image I had for myself at the time.

Ever since then, short hair has been a trauma for me, something I’ve carried with me. Perhaps because of that trauma, when I see someone with short hair that looks lovely, I might think, “Short hair can be nice too,” but the concept that “ultimately, a woman’s hair should be long” had already taken root.

“Hair is a woman’s life,” they say. And it’s true. While there are various hairstyles, a difference of just one millimeter can change the impression of one’s face, one’s own satisfaction, and how others perceive you. Of course, it’s not just women; it’s likely an important feature for men too.

The "Peter Thomas Roth" brush I recently acquired is the most important tool for my aspiration towards long hair. It’s a brush among brushes that I’ve finally obtained, and it detangles my hair. As I glide it through my hair, it gains a moist weight. A simple act of brushing becomes an elegant moment.

Isn't there a secret to “a woman’s long hair” that goes beyond mere self-satisfaction?
“Flowing hair, hair dancing in the wind, hair slipping through fingers.” All are alluring. It is perhaps this longing that makes me continue to grow my hair, ever so slowly. For a while longer, at least.