A few weeks before the diagnosis, a conversation about the “fair & lovely” biases of people with a friend had run aground to me being accused of not taking looks,colour and other such outer matters of life so seriously because I was naturally endowed and took beauty for granted. That conversation had to end there and then but I often revisit it to understand myself and my silence when any one compliments me!!
Do feel less angst than most women – most times it is hard to stay serious in bad-hair-day conversations of girlfriends. And feel light-headed at the hairdressers – sitting amidst young and old ,stressing over their hair , spending long hours and expensive treatments to keep it all together. Almost see a halo around myself ( a little narcissism is allowed no?) – floating above the skin and hair condition of humanity-;)