First of all, let me apologise for inflicting you with a photo of my mug.
I can't believe I have taken a selfy!
A week ago I found out that I have alopecia and I was mortified (especially since my name rhymes with it! )
'Hello, my name's Letitia and I have alopecia.'
However, I digress (how unlike me) and after the worst week of my life, just sat in front of a mirror literally crying as my hair fluttered to the floor, I am fine.
Really fine.
I have taken this as a positive thing, I haven't been looking after myself very well, not eating properly, not finding time to exercise and getting stressed.
And I found out that I have the best family and friends in the whole wide world.
When I went into work on Monday I had rehearsed over and over in my head how I would casually drop it into the conversation. But of course that went wrong and it just spewed out my mouth in a jumble of nonsense and tears.
But in less than a minute I had my head tipped upside down showing everyone me baldy bits and laughing my head (and hair) off.
There is one thing I've promised myself though, I'm not going to hide it.
If I wear a wig it will be pink, if I wear a turban it will put Carmen Miranda's to shame and if I just go bare headed then I will stick a plaster over my eyebrow and be tank girl.
I'm going to style it out and rock the look.
So every now and then, if you don't mind, I shall be having a new slot in my blog called 'Alopecia Chic'.
My mum has been a star and cut my hair in a bob last night and pretty soon I'm going for a crop.
Hopefully it'll be more Emma Watson and less Uncle Fester.
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