You’re Not Alone: My Journey With Fine Hair Breakage

The day I noticed
It wasn’t dramatic; it was quiet. A halo of snapped ends in the bathroom light. I felt small. I pulled tighter ponytails and brushed harder, thinking control would save me.

What made it worse
Heavy masks that collapsed my volume. Heat too often. Elastics that left dents and snapped the same ends again and again.

The turning point
A simple sentence from a friend: “What if softer is stronger?” I began tiny changes — washing like I was touching a favourite silk blouse, detangling with slip, letting air do the drying.

The ritual that stayed
Two soft days a week. A mist of leave-in, a wide-tooth comb, a micro-drop of oil on ends. Sleep on silk. Stop apologizing to my hair for being fine — and start listening.

What changed
The breakage slowed. But more importantly, the voice in my head did too. I wasn’t broken; I was delicate — and delicate isn’t weak.

Your turn
If you’ve been here too, tell me your story. You’re not alone; you’re exactly the kind of soft the world needs.

Share your story with me — reply to this post or DM @cherefine. I’m listening.