It All Evens Out in the End

                Bert, a girlfriend from grade school growled repeatedly about her midnight black hair. It was so thick that her hairbrush could literally get stuck in it. I'd watch in awe as she sometimes struggled to get the brush pulled through it. She hated that her hair could only be worn short.

                Conversely, I lived with baby fine locks, and not many of them at that. All through our school years together, Bert envied me for having long, manageable hair that could be transformed into anything I wanted.

                Fast forward to "looking at 60" where women lose hair with age, just like men. When one didn't have much to start with, losing half isn't a happy prospect. As I struggle to make my little patch of hair look like something, I remember long-lost  Bert and have to wonder if her hair's density has diminished, also. If it is, then finally, she is finding great delight in being able to style it anyway she'd like, and I am counting the hairs in my brush, hoping no more come out.

Conclusion:

1) Maybe it appears that someone has it better than you, but give it time, it all evens out in the end.