More Beautiful Than I’ve Ever Been Poem by Louise Tredoux

Been crying ever since I got back from
the hairdresser’s, my hair looked terrible,
suspected my hairdresser was sloshed,
too shy to say anything, just came home
with a moth-eaten head, Rudi so under-
standing, offered to fix it, I thought, what
the hell, nothing can be worse
than this

I was wrong, it got MUCH worse, Rudi cut
it pudding-basin style, when I saw the result
my tears were spent, I started to laugh, I had
become a bad imitation of a cloistered monk,
Rudi affronted; but had to admit to my looking
awful, Juliette was shocked, how could I let Rudi
loose on my hair, I said she’d drilled me so well
on my having bad hair

Too thin, too non-descript, I thought it wouldn’t
matter; she dragged me off to her own Angelo
who cut what was left even shorter, adding
high-lights – suddenly I was a new person,
strangers whistling, Prof saying he would
never have recognized me on street, when
Rudi came home he was knocked off his
feet, said I looked like a pixie

Loving the style so much, he just went right on
loving the rest of me too, making me feel
more beautiful than I’ve ever been…