When i was in the thick my eating disorder i was losing my hair. I have naturally curly hair which makes it appear thicker and easier to work with, but by the time i reached my lowest weight, i couldn't even put my hair in a pony tail without it falling right out.
On days like today, where i feel like i need to lose weight, when i feel like a beached whale, and when i feel like I'm a failure because i had too many sweets this week, i put my hair in a pony tail and think what a miracle it is to have my body functioning again. It's exciting that my hair has come back to adventure with me during these next trails of life.
Unless a medical issue has occurred, it doesn't seem likely many people would be so grateful to have a head of hair, but to me, it's a constant reminder of how far i have come, the trails i've been through, and reminds me of the bright future of ups and downs that's to come.