In a twist, the very thing I didn’t want to happen did happen, and so I was prepared for it, because I had thought about it in detail.
The doctor today told me that it isn’t the iron levels, it isn’t hormones: there is nothing to fix, it’s just what it is. (It’s erm.. Female pattern hair loss. Now there’s a loaded term).
She launched straight into the options now: cosmetic. Covering it up, mousses pills etc. But I went to her to fix the problem, not hide it. She told me there is nothing to fix.
I’ve never been one for make up, straightening my hair, push up padded bras. For me, a mousse that you sleep with in every night is in the same category. While you’re on it, you have hair. When you stop- it’ll all fall out. It’s not the option for me.
So now I learn to embrace it. To embrace all of me.
I reject the ‘fighting it’ terminology. There is nothing to ‘fight’. It is what it is.