I've been meaning to write about hair for a while now, but Sarah beat me to it with her excellent post. Losing my hair was a very difficult part of my eating disorder - it was already baby-fine, so the loss was noticeable.
Oh. I just remembered gathering it behind my head (it was about shoulder length) and being able to twist it around two fingers. Holy crap, that was a visceral memory.
Now I'm patting my head to make sure my bob is the same as it was the last time I looked in a mirror.
Why does this society put so much emphasis on women's hair?