My hair. It is thick, somewhere between wavy and curly, generally frizzy and, if it had to be summed up in one word, that word could only be unruly. I have spent my whole life fighting it with moisturing treatments and flat irons and anti-humidity sprays. And none of it has ever worked. Anyone else would have just accepted their hair for the natural, prone-to-tangles, mess it was, but I'm stubborn. I never appreciated what I had, and persisted in trying to make it something else. That is, until I lost it - literally. This past fall, my hair started falling out in clumps. Whenever I combed it - which was never an easy task to begin with - I had to pull handfuls of strands out of the comb. To say that it was terrifying is an understatement. In the time it took to diagnose a severe iron deficiency as the reason for my hair loss, I helplessly watched my hairline recede and my part widen by two centimetres. Finally, it occured to me how lucky I am to have such thick hair - if I had started out with fine locks, I would have been bald by the time I started by iron supplements! So these days, my motto is big hair, don't care. I'm not going to lie, when the wind blows a chunk of curls into my mouth and they stick to my lipstick, I'm still not thrilled about it... but at least I have hair to blow around in the wind. I'm sure I can't be alone in this - are they any parts of yourself that you've struggled with but eventually accepted, flaws and all?
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