I walked in the room feeling heavy. Like the weight of the world was on my shoulders.
They were all busy. But they stopped and looked at me as soon as I stepped in.
Yes? Someone said.
Rebond, I said.
A blonde lady in green uniform and face mask came to me. She looked more like a blonde dentist to me than a hair dresser.
She led me to one of those chairs facing the mirrors. I sat. She touched my hair, gently moving the strands from right to left, like leafing through pages of a book.
This is 5kg worth of hair, she said.
It was a six-hour battle of getting soaked into chemicals and getting dried. Soaked and dried. Soaked and dried.
I walked home dizzy with slight headache from the whole chemical process.
I stepped into the weighing scale. I was 5kg less.
The last line wasn’t real, but somehow I wish it was.