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Sebaceous glands connected to follicles secrete an oily substance called sebum

Sebaceous glands connected to follicles secrete an oily substance called sebum With a title deeply rooted in subject matter iterated above invariably makes for hair raising poem, though I immediately attest said material constitutes atypical topic the writing process (with intent to share bizarre pet peeve) mildly cathartic to ameliorate long established body dysmorphia, (which lifelong aversion about how body electric of mine - a corporeal entity housing an aging baby boomer wordsmith), steeped with lifetime worth of disproportionate outsize importance linkedin to those fibrous harried styled brunette strands sustained courtesy by tiny blood vessels at the base of every follicle buzzfeeding the hair root to keep it growing. But once the hairs becomes visible (not just on my chinny chin chin), but more so at the skin's surface, the cells within the strand of hair aren't alive anymore. The hair you see on every part of your body contains dead cells. Nevertheless empirical evidence witnessed bajillion dollar industries, where many an entrepreneur made a bundle of money buttressing caparisoning oneself aspiring to attain exemplification towards how western civilization (and subsequently webbed wide world) defines contrived beautify. Yours truly (particularly during his emotionally tumultuous adolescence) for all intents and purposes most all each of his life long journey into night, he considered himself afflicted with obsessive compulsive behavior in general, and incongruous objection with arbitrary template of attraction (as applies to the male species) in particular. As a cute little boy with strawberry blonde hair kept cropped short to scalp acquired motherly endearment of "little monkey," accompanied courtesy pinch of cheeks yet outgrew both imposition of buzz cut and appellation, yet bananas as passion fruit never faded but parental decree to schedule appointments with barber became vehemently reviled. I vaguely recollect demonstratively niggling, remonstrating, and voicing strong objection, ne protestation against getting a haircut (in tandem with gesticulations) as aladdin upper grades of elementary school, whereby parents quickly relented allowing, enabling, and providing their singular sole son opportunistic fostering unhealthy relationship growing his long luscious locks with what in short order became nonestablishmentarian true trademark. Fixation as a vitamin junkie peculiarly evolved whereby ingesting over the counter supplements (despite evidence to the contrary) buzzfeeds limp tresses lacking pseudo/quasi Jewfro (a curly, frizzy, or bushy hairstyle worn by some Jewish people, reminiscent of an Afro) sported by yours truly during his emerging adulthood.

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