Why people don't chew their eyebrows?

When I was younger, I was envious of my sister’s long weed-like red hair. Actually both sisters could grow hair down to the middle of their back. Mine, sadly stopped just beyond my collar bone. My mom cut our hair for many years. I would beg and plead, just a tiny tiny bit off or please, don’t cut it now it’s just started getting long. She complied, and I watched as a few inches would fall from my sister’s hair, and only small shards from mine. Still, 8 weeks later, the red weed was mid-spine and mine sat stubbornly on my shoulder.

Maybe it was all breaking off. I put olive oil in my hair. While perched on my dresser, I would examine the ends in the sunlight, sometimes trimming a wicked split with my father’s mustache scissors. I scoured my pillow looking for hair parts. If I could find the parts, I would know.

Maybe it was just slow. I tugged at the roots and massaged my scalp. Vitamin E and calcium, those should both help. Desperate, I snuck hair products into our grocery cart and tried to distract my Mom while the cashier rang them up. Nothing helped.

During college, a guy I was dating said why don’t you grow your hair long? It was not the first request or the last. Each time, I went through the explanation, no one ever believed me. Just stop getting it cut. It was always that simple, but I knew it wasn’t. So I went to the library. I pulled books on the human body and hairdressing. I found my light. My savior. I xeroxed the single page, and glued one in my scrapbook and shared the other one with anyone that would listen. I still wanted longer hair, but I accepted my short growing phase and moved on. The article is now taped up in a box labeled photo albums and scrap books. But I found this the other day and realized that kids can get answers. Just like that.