I also assisted in revising the seating chart at one in the morning. However, I became aware of a disturbing alteration in my hair in December. By February, what began as additional strands.
In the drain had progressed to dangerous thinning. My doctor verified that it was caused by a hormone imbalance, which might become worse before getting better.
I hesitantly went with a drastic pixie cut since I was afraid of having uneven bald areas on the wedding day. Despite being innovative and daring, the look highlighted new aspects of my face.
I took Camille out for coffee two weeks before to the wedding so I could show her how I had changed. She responded harshly and instantly: “Oh my God! What happened to your hair, exactly?
Her attention soon turned to the beauty of our wedding pictures as I attempted to explain my medical situation. She insisted that we all wear a consistent, long-haired style because.
She was concerned that my short hair would throw off the bridesmaids’ symmetry. Her remarks hurt, particularly because they came from someone I used to have complete faith in.
