Honestly, I'm not sharing this because I have it all figured out. I'm sharing it because eight months ago I was standing in my bathroom at 6am, looking at the hair wrapped around my fingers after one shower, and I had nobody to call who actually understood what was happening to me.
I'd started a GLP-1 medication fourteen months ago. Best decision I ever made for my body. The weight came off steadily. My energy shifted. My clothes started fitting differently. For the first time in years I felt genuinely proud of myself.
And then around month three, the hair started going.
It wasn't dramatic at first. A little extra in the brush. A ponytail that felt thinner than I remembered. I told myself it was stress, or the change in seasons, or just something that would pass.
By month five my hairdresser went quiet mid-cut. That kind of quiet where you know something is being decided before it gets said.
"Have you been losing more hair than usual?"
I had. I just hadn't wanted to say it out loud yet.
