#pulling
please note and acknowledge I have fucking eyelashes and I can’t begin to express how much it means to me.. Those are also my NATURAL eyebrows, I’m so excited to see ACTUAL progress, and to be able to walk outside and not have to worry some idiot is going to ask me if I have cancer.
BUT
for thoese of you that don’t know me I’ve suffered from trichotillomania for many, many, many years (literally half my life)
so I know
from previous experiences that even though I’m doing the best I’ve ever done in regards to re-growth one pulling session could literally put me back to square one. I’m not cured of my illness, I’m just doing well.
I have urges and needs to pull, especially having just been dumped and having so many emotions regarding other crap but for some reason I’ve managed to stop pulling.. it’s like my brain is actually fighting with me for once, I can’t really explain it, but there you go!
- Beckie xx
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Looking good, Handsome Chairman of the year award??
The psychology of control, repeated a thousand times, screamed out by every follicle. Every one a insistent reminder of your place, and where you’re headed. That’s why I pull on your ponytail, tug on your braids, grab a handful of your hair and use that grip.
That’s a lie, that is.
No, I pull on your hair because it hurts you, but its the kind of hurt that matches the sting of a pinprick with the spread of a smack. Something that’s simultaneously precise and imprecise. The best of both worlds, and why settle for anything less?
That’s also a lie.
It’s both.
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