Hair

Once I saw a lady neighbour walking to her car in spiky heels, skirt and long hair blowing freely – and attractively – in the wind. My hand instinctively reached for my hair only to be reminded that it is short – again!

But no matter how appealing the thought of walking or crossing the road, with long luscious hair flowing in the wind, attracting ego-boosting attention, the fact is – long hair is not meant for someone like me.

Not when crossing the road or walking under the sun is usually when I send my kids to school – and that involves a passenger perched on the hip, carrying an equally heavy back-pack while “herding” two extra tag-alongs to move quickly and carefully.

Long hair, no matter what amazing style I may have, means strands lashing on my daughter’s face or worse, something extra for her to pull, not a scene to be seen on the street.

So even though long hair that spells utter femininity will have to wait, at least I don’t ever need to read any diet pill reviews or worry if I am getting enough exercise – not when I lug around a”barbell” worth 10 kg every day.