The hair loss journey that inspired Lady Alopecia – and why I’m here.
Copywriter, yoga teacher and fancy dress fanatic, mildly obsessed with the colour yellow. And glitter.
I’ve also had alopecia areata for most of my life. So I’ve got really smooth arms and legs. (Yay!) But I’ve also got giant bald patches. (Boo!)
I used to have a mop of auburn curls – they were sort of my trademark.
But when I was 11, I got my first bald patch. My mum had just died from Lupus – another autoimmune condition – so maybe the shock of losing her shocked my body into another loss. Although there are lots of different reasons for alopecia.
I had a receding hairline. At only 23. Peekaboo patches that spread until my supply of stretchy headbands couldn’t stretch far enough.
It was a slow and steady process. Some alopecians lose their hair overnight – a trauma I can’t imagine. But watching clumps of hair collect on my pillow and in the shower drain over the next few months, was another kind of torture.
I felt like I was responsible. And yet, helpless.
After wearing wigs and extensions for two years, I made a major decision. Because I’d felt like I’d been hiding, lying to everyone – most of all, to myself. (Of course, some alopecians rock their wigs; they just weren’t for me!)
The further I went in my own hair loss journey, the more I realised how many others were going through the same thing. And I saw first-hand the support and hope that comes from a shared pain.
So I felt inspired to contribute to this community of alopecians, and to help those dealing with hair loss for the first time. To show solidarity through my stories. To empower through my experiences. And to share the adventures you can have with alopecia.
Unlike many other hair loss websites, I share information that people can actually understand. No confusing medical terms, whenever I can avoid it. I won’t promise to cure your alopecia – but I will do my damnedest to help you feel comfortable again, with or without hair!
Here’s what you can expect:
Over the past few years, I’ve found a strength and confidence in myself that I never knew I had. Hair loss has turned me from shy, insecure Emma into a bald-headed badass called Lady Alopecia.
I don’t know if my hair will ever grow back. If it does, great! If not… well, that’s ok, too. Because I know there’s much more to me than hair. (Thankfully!)
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