I'M GOING BALD!!!
I'm sorry to get all screechy on you but this is traumatic. You know how in Little Women, when Jo comes in with the money for a train ticket for Marmie to be with her wounded husband down south and everyone is wondering how she managed it and then she takes off her hat and they all gasp because she has cut off all of her hair and sold it because she couldn't bear to ask Great Aunt Josephine for the money and Amy laments, "Your one beauty!" This is how I feel about my hair. I know I complain a lot about its proclivity to look like a tumbleweed and my bangs are a true meanace. But for the most part it has always been healthy and abundant. And now it is falling out in clumps!
Okay, the truth is, I still have a lot of hair. But at the rate it's going I'll have to invest in hats in about a month. Or get a weave. Fortunately I'm an expert on weaves, thanks to Tyra, who loves giving them to white girls.
I scoured the internet and have come up with some causes: post-pregnancy (nope), stress (nope), birth control pills (nope), extreme hair care (Have you seen how gray I'm getting? There's no dye up in here. And I let it air dry. The most intense thing I do is curl it a bit.) I am left with either a hormone imbalance or a lack of fat in my diet. The latter seems like the possible cause. I have cut out a bunch of fat lately. Meaning I eat more vegatables than peanut butter now, when historically it has always been the other way around. But does this mean my options are either to be fat or bald? Ugh.
In honor of my last post about Grandpa: it is nothing but ice cream for dinner until this problem disappears.