“For me, losing my hair wasn't the hard bit – learning to live with it as a teenager was.”
I don’t remember losing my hair when I was five. My mum thinks it could have been linked to her separating from my dad or a bad bout of chickenpox, but I’m not sure.
She found the first bald patch, the size of a two pence piece, four months before my sixth birthday, and eventually I only had wispy strands left that I wouldn’t let her shave. I don’t remember getting upset, though. I was just a normal little girl, with no hair.
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