For about the last five years, I had a routine nobody knew about.
Before anyone else was up, I'd stand at the bathroom mirror and tilt my head — left, then right —
hunting for the angle where my edges didn't look so thin.
There was never a good angle.
So I'd smooth a little something over the front, put on a headwrap, and go about my day pretending I hadn't just done that.
If you've done a version of that this morning, this is for you. I'm not a doctor. I'm not a stylist.
I'm just a woman who got tired of hiding,
and I want to tell you what I wish someone had told me years and a lot of wasted money ago.
It didn't happen all at once. First it was a little more forehead than I remembered.
Then the part down the middle looked wider.
Then the ponytail I used to wrap three times only went around twice, and I'd feel that in my hand and my stomach would drop a little.
I did what most of us do. I went shopping for a fix.