… laugh about the joys of hair lest I forget!
Today’s blog post can go one of several ways; in my life at the moment there is much to celebrate. I am fit and healthy, my garden is looking spring-like, I retire in a few weeks and creatively while I struggle with time and ability, all is well.
However, there is one thing that am finding difficult to reconcile and if you know me then you know what is is and if you don’t it will soon become apparent. I suffer from alopecia universalis; which means I have no hair anywhere on my body. Now, I can laugh about this because it almost funny, and until you experience say; no nasal hair;they do curb the dripping, eyelashes too; while I save a fortune on mascara, they do have a function. Eyebrows too do serve a purpose; I have given up remembering where they were; so pencil is redundant. The other hair … no need for a Brazilian and I care little about my bikini line! Then, there is the warmth; those lovely hairs as so cosy; I remember!
The cause is unknown; it is surprising how many people I meet think they know and they always seem to know someone who has ‘had’ it. Please don’t say stress; because because believe me none of us would have hair! There is no cure; sometimes it comes back often it doesn’t.
So mostly I muddle along trying to be brave and mostly it is a charade.
This weekend a friend was offering a walk-in photo opportunity; it was something I have wanted to do for a while. So, on Saturday on the way to meet a friend I dropped in …
I cannot say this is a celebratory pose; who does enjoy standing in front of a camera; stone cold sober. It was a mighty step to remain steadfast in my bid not to consider any alternatives unless to keep warm. So my dear friends no matter how well intentioned … remarks like ‘Oh you are so lucky scarves suit you, and hats they are such a delight’ aren’t helpful I feel ugly and vulnerable most of the time and a smile is all I need … and a hug if appropriate to keep me warm.
Or just a laugh about the joys of hair lest I forget!