My hair, which was never more than baby fine to begin with, started to fall out as soon as I stopped breast feeding. Yes, when everyone else was losing their hair after giving birth, I was mocking them with my luxurious locks and my big engorged boobies. Of course they got theirs – my boobs and locks that is. The tatas deflated and the follicles ran for the hills, well, my drain.
Now, as I’m getting older, my hair seems to be thinning out even more. This is why I’ve become obsessed with making my hair thicker and also keeping it in my head. It’s also why I’m debunking all the hair myths I’ve fallen for over the years, because frankly, I don’t have time to crack raw eggs on my head and mix them with mayo on a daily basis. To me, that’s egg salad, and it should stay between two pieces of bread. Continue reading →
I do so enjoy beauty myths. Frankly, I’m a total sucker for them. Seriously, if someone told me (with great confidence) that I could look younger by applying a mask made with the sap of an oak tree, a smashed up Advil and some kitty litter, I’d say, “No way, that’s ridiculous.” and “Who has a cat?”
That’s why I’ve researched some prevalent beauty myths this week. The verdicts may shock you … into a coma … keep smelling salts nearby and read in the company of a friend or doctor.