My doctor told me it was "just aging" — and I believed him
I finally brought it up with my doctor. He looked at my scalp for about two seconds, said "it's very normal at your age," and moved on. I left feeling like I'd wasted the appointment on something vain.
So I did what he basically told me to do. I figured it was just aging and tried to live with it. I stopped wearing my hair up. I started avoiding bright rooms and group photos. Every time I caught my part in the mirror, my stomach dropped a little.
But it never sat right with me. I'd look around the table at my friends — women my age, a few of them older — and their hair was fine. Nobody else was doing the thing I did, angling my head away from the light. If this was just aging, why was it only happening to me?
That's when I started to think there had to be an actual reason for it. Something a two-second glance was never going to catch. The problem was never that there was no answer. It's that I'd stopped looking for one.
And the next thing I got wrong cost me a small fortune.







