I have thick, straight hair. Always have.
I remember my mother would try to put rollers in my hair when I was a child. I’d sit on the floor while she put my stubborn wet hair in rollers on Saturday night hoping on Sunday morning my hair would be nice and curly for church.
During the night, a lot of my hair would uncurl from the rollers and the rest would start out with some curves but the weight of it would have it straight again by the time church was over.
Until I was an adult I didn’t spent much time in hair salons and because I’ve lived in the same town most of my life, I’ve only had a few people deal with my hair on a regular basis.
When my brother married a beautician I was set. She took over my hair care and I honestly tell people that she owns me from the scalp up.
I remember the day a conversation we had changed the way I looked at her skills.
She told me she could tell a person’s health by how their hair behaved. She could tell when a woman was expecting a baby, she asked one woman to see her doctor and that woman was diagnosed with a life-threatening disease.
She can tell how I’m doing and she’s accurate. The best times are the days she tells me I am feeling better because my hair feels better.
I don’t know how she does it, but handling it while washing it, cutting and drying it and styling it, she can tell what my body is doing.
When I was on biologics and methotrexate she mourned with me as my hair fell out in bunches. It was dull and brittle and there wasn’t much we could do except wait for my body to try to fight and feel better.
After I left my job and stayed “home and prone” for three years, my hair returned to its thick straight normal look with one big change. I stopped coloring it red and let it turn that white you see today.
More recently the news hasn’t been so good. A few months ago my sister-in-law asked me if I was feeling all right because my hair was telling her I wasn’t doing as well as I have been.
I’ve started shedding again too, which is worrisome, but my doctors haven’t found anything yet, but then I haven’t told them this new system. I half hope this time it’s just age or the hot summer, but also thinking that if something is going on, perhaps it’s time for doctors to pay attention to their patient’s hair.
Anyway, my question to you is this: Does your hair reflect how you feel and do you notice it first, or your hairdresser?