It Was Time...More Than Just a Haircut

It was time… time to take the leap and finally get my hair done.

It was time…

For most people, that’s straightforward. But when you’re peri-menopausal, dealing with claustrophobia, and struggling to be in busy, noisy, enclosed spaces, it’s anything but simple. Even the thought of someone getting up close and personal, touching your hair, can feel completely overwhelming.

The impact hormones can have on your body is unbelievable. I’ve been struggling for about five years now, and only recently feel like I’m starting to get ahead of it—starting to feel like myself again.

So, I braved it.

And so did my sister—God bless her—who took on the task of tackling my hair (which, according to my husband, hadn’t been properly done in about three years!).

We started with a big chop: 15 inches off before the foils even went on. We decided to embrace the grey (which, to be fair, looked quite nice) and blend in some of my natural chestnut tones.

Three and a half hours later… and another five inches gone—yes, 20 inches shorter in total—this was the result.

And I absolutely love it.

Here's to small victories

More importantly, I love my sister for doing such a brilliant job and for supporting me through something that felt so big. I was so overwhelmed afterwards that I had to go and lie down… and ended up sleeping for four hours!

Crazy, isn’t it, what hormones can do to your body?

So to any of you going through something similar—I see you. I get it. And I’m not ashamed to say that I rely on HRT to function day to day. It helps keep my bones and muscles strong too, alongside my strength training.

Here’s to small victories, supportive sisters, and finding your way back to yourself.

God bless my sister—and God bless HRT.