I have no hair. Seriously. It started coming out in big clumps this week due to all the meds I'm on & I got fed up. Unfortunately being a cosmetologist I had clippers & went to town. It was highly emotional. It's so weird how much of our self esteem is attached to our hair. I hadn't ever thought about it much before. It was very freeing in a way too, though.
No more checking in the mirror to see if the bald spots are showing. No more looking at it hanging lifelessly or cleaning up my fallen hair from the floor everywhere. And it takes two seconds to "do my hair". Ha!
Just thought I'd share this milestone. I did it last night & am feeling MUCH more sane about it this morning than I did then.
It's just hair. It'll grow back. It's just hair. It'll grow back. That is today's mantra.