“How Herbal Shampoo Changed My Life” — Mia's Story

  I’ve always believed that art is an extension of the soul. My paintings were my voice when words failed me—bold, vibrant, alive. But lately, my canvas felt as empty as my spirit. Every morning, I’d stare into the mirror, watching helplessly as strands of my hair coiled around the bristles of my brush like fallen soldiers. It started slowly—just a few extra hairs in the drain. Then, entire clumps came loose when I ran my fingers through it. I tried everything: salon treatments that burned my scalp, shampoos that smelled like chemicals and false promises, even strange internet remedies involving eggs and coconut oil. Nothing worked. The more my hair thinned, the smaller I felt. I stopped wearing it down. Avoided photos. Even my art grew dull, the colors muted by the heaviness in my chest. One gloomy afternoon, I wandered through the farmer’s market, not really looking for anything—just trying to escape the stifling silence of my apartment. That’s when I saw her. A woman with silver...

  I stared at my reflection, fingers trembling as they traced the strands of  my hair—something I hadn’t done in years without feeling a pang of  frustration. For as long as I could remember, my hair had been  my biggest insecurity. Thin, brittle, always falling flat no matter what  I tried. I’d spent a fortune on salon treatments, slathered on every  home remedy Google suggested, even chopped it all off once in  a fit of desperation. Nothing worked. By 25, I’d given up, resigned  to hiding it under beanies or tying it back so tight I could pretend it wasn’t there.   

  “How Herbal Shampoo Changed My Life” — Mia's Story I used to believe that a shampoo was just… shampoo. Just another bottle on the bathroom shelf, one of those things you don’t give much thought to. But that was before everything changed — before I changed. I’m Mia, a 26-year-old from Fremantle, Western Australia. I work in digital marketing and I’ve always been someone who tries to live consciously — I do yoga, eat clean, and surround myself with positive energy. Or at least, I used to. Until I hit a wall last year. It started slowly. My hair began to lose its shine — and not just physically. Every morning I’d look in the mirror and feel this dullness, like I was dragging myself through the motions. I blamed stress, the dry climate, too much screen time… but something deeper was missing. As silly as it sounds, even washing my hair felt like a chore — a routine stripped of joy. The commercial shampoos I used were harsh, full of chemicals, and their synthetic fragrances just made...