The subject of hair loss and female baldness has been swirling around my peer group lately.
There's nothing worse than a bunch of peri-menopausal women with one more thing to gripe about. But having lived through the trauma of an illness-induced hair loss myself I felt it was
time to come clean on a dirty subject and perhaps ease the anxiety of others sharing the same experience.
It seemed to stop after a few inches, and some areas were less fortunate than others. All in all it was a mess of sparse, irregular growth. I tried hair color as an option, some dirty blonde, reddish shades worked well to hide the damage. And golden, light browns would naturally hide the flesh tones of the scalp showing through.
from fatty fish and eggs, to my meals. Protein shakes and select organic supplements boosted
my cell growth and regeneration. The hair was growing.
By 2007 my medical condition had improved and the hair seemed to be doing okay too. And then
it got even worse. I developed an allergy to the hair color. At first it was some tingling, burning behind the ears. Month after month, as I colored my hair, it got more severe. I began taking a Benadryl before each application. Finally, bubbling up like poison ivy, the rash caused me to stop coloring my hair.
harsh chemicals to strip away the color, leaving a taupey-grey mess of damaged hair. The most important task was to save the damaged hair from additional trauma.
I conditioned the hell out of it with everything you could think of. Apple Cider vinegar rinses to lower the alkaline and neutralize
the ph. Mayonnaise and olive oil to soften and nourish. Expensive salon conditioners with baggie-wraps and hot towels to repair.
The hair survived, it bounced back. It was strong, healthy and growing. Everything I could wish for, but this color?
Yikes. I had to to deal with the color.
I was now allergic to. I made a very brave test move by applying a pale, light blonde hair color.
The product lifted away any traces of dingy grey and tinted a soft palette of creamy yellows
through my now shoulder-length tresses. Things were getting better again.
My hair started to look so great that many ladies remarked. Some were actually envious.
And, Oh yes, the results were so good that the green face of envy for my blonde tresses started
to rear her ugly head in the most wonderfully flattering way. For some with challenged hair
growth, covering up with a wig was the best choice; and now women were wearing wigs that looked like my natural hair!
The diet is fabulous, beef, salmon, chicken, eggs, cheese, the list goes on; and I can eat all that I want, literally.
Anyone interested in following the "MrsMay" plan with diet and supplements can contact me directly for a free consultation at Mrsmay@mrsmay.com , by Linda Maintanis