Although I hate to admit it, I'm one of those insecure girls that overly relies on make-up and a perfectly executed hair style to feel confident. These last few months have been a personal test to see just how I let self image effect me. A few months ago, mid-May to be specific, my beautiful hair began to fall out. Each day I'd lose about two weeks worth of hair. I'd find it all over the floor, on my clothes and I'd pull out strands just from touching my head. I'd be out with friends and find hair all over my body and have to quickly snatch it and throw it into my purse, hoping that no one had noticed. Within weeks there were mild bald patches on my temples and my scalp began to poke through my thin pieces of hair. I haven't gone to the extreme of someone with cancer, but I have lost about half.Throughout the last few months I've become quite good at "faking it". I've realized that the easiest way to hide hair loss is to put it back into a head band. With a bit of hairspray, a little effort and a lot of magic, you can create the look of, well not thick, but average hair. The height creates an illusion of volume that doesn't exist otherwise; nothing says "hair loss" more like thin strands of hair flat against the scalp. I've realized that hair ties help the rogue strands from getting everywhere, but the pulling force is a little painful, even a loose pony-tail creates a sore scalp. Showers require mental preparation to prevent unattractive adult meltdowns because everything looks a hundred times worse on hair wash days; it seems to loosen everything at once to give a massive shedding experience. It's mildly traumatizing to say the least.
Now that I'm a few months into this, I am not as distressed as before. I've gotten to the point of "c'est la vie". I've decided that if it gets too crazy that I'll just become a mini Kim Zolciak and rock a bunch of fly wigs. It is sort of nice to have less hair during these summer months. It's so much cooler and I didn't have to cut it off to feel relief, it was free. And I love free things. Silver lining!
As I'm typing this I'm running my fingers through my hair to catch a few stragglers before I get out my Tangle Teezer. It's like the battle before the war.
