So my hair at the front and sides has gradually - oh so gradually - disappeared. And my hairbrush is forever having to be stripped bare. And for the first time in my life I have to use hairspray, just to hold down the carefully arranged styling to cover the seeming acres of flesh. Why does it matter? I am still the same person. I am 64, not young and needing to prove a thing. Who looks at older women in any case? We are universally invisible. So why should I care?
But I do. I care…
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