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If you're on a GLP-1 for your wedding, the thing that ruins the photos won't be your weight. I know that because I didn't know it. I'm saying it now because I wish somebody had said it to me 14 months ago, when I was sitting on my kitchen floor with a notebook, feeling like I finally had a plan. Here's what my plan looked like. Fourteen months out, engaged, and I made a list. Everything on that list had a lead time. ✅ 10 months: venue ✅ 9 months: photographer ✅ 8-9 months: dress (because that's just how long the good ones take) ✅ 6 weeks: teeth ✅ 3 weeks: no new skincare inside three weeks of the day I am not a Type A person about anything else in my life. I was about this. 13 months out I bought the dress. The consultant measured me, wrote the number down, and then said the thing I've since found out she says to almost everyone. "We'll order the size down. You'll be smaller by then." I ordered the size down. I want to be honest about why. It wasn't because she pressured me. It's because I'd been trying to lose the same 25 pounds since I was 24, and standing there in that dress I decided this was the one thing I was going to get right. Twelve and a half months out I called Rachel. She'd gotten married the year before and she looked incredible in her photos. I asked her what she did. She told me she'd gone on a GLP-1 about a year out. Two weeks later I was in my doctor's office and two weeks after that I was doing my first injection in my bathroom at seven in the morning with my hands shaking. 12 months to go. And it worked. God, it worked. ✨ By month 3 I was down a size. ✨ By month 5 I was down two and the dress I'd ordered small was suddenly loose in the bodice. My seamstress pushed my alterations back twice. She told me she wouldn't cut anything until six weeks out because my body wouldn't hold still. My fiancé put his hands on my waist one night and said "hey" in this quiet way, and I thought, this is it. This is the version of me that shows up in the pictures. Then month four of the medication happened. Eight months from the wedding. I was in the shower and I pulled my hands down through my hair and there was a handful of it. Not a few strands. A handful. Enough that I stood there holding it, trying to figure out where to put it. I told myself it was the water. Everybody sheds. The next wash it happened again. Here's what I did for the next five months, and I'm putting all of it down because I know some of you are doing it right now. I bought biotin gummies. The big pink jar. I took two a day. I put collagen in my coffee every single morning. I hit a hundred grams of protein a day, which if you've been on one of these medications you know is basically a part time job. I asked my doctor for bloodwork. My iron was a little low. I fixed it. Nothing changed. I tried minoxidil for eleven weeks and quit, because what came back were these little one inch baby hairs all around my hairline that stuck straight up, and I looked worse in every photo, not better. Five months. Every one of those things. And every morning I was still finding hair on my pillow. Three months out I went to my hair trial. Same salon. Same stylist. Same photo on my phone that I'd been carrying around for a year. She got my hair up in her hands and she went quiet. Then she said, very kindly, "I don't think I can get this style to hold. There isn't enough here at the temples." I said okay and I said thank you and I paid her and I got in my car and I cried for eleven minutes with the engine off. That night I called Rachel again. And this time I told her everything, and she said, "Oh honey. Yeah. That happened to me at month four too." I said why didn't you tell me. She said because by the time she figured out what it actually was, she'd already fixed it, and she assumed I'd have looked it up. Then she explained it to me the way somebody had explained it to her, and it took about thirty seconds. When you lose fat fast, your body loses something else along with it. Something that's been quietly telling your hair to stay in its growing phase this whole time. So a chunk of your follicles just stop. All at once. And a few months later they all let go at the same time, which is why it doesn't trickle, it arrives. And here's the part that got me. Protein doesn't tell them to start again. Neither does biotin. Neither does fixing your iron. Those things feed hair that's already growing. Mine had gone quiet. Rachel said the only thing that moved the needle for her was starting Bloom & Bond. It’s basically two natural drug-free compounds called pumpkin seed oil and saw palmetto. Knowing it was natural was such a big relief because I didn’t want to take something that could mess things up. I started it 8 weeks before my wedding. 👀 8 weeks. I'd had five months and I spent them on gummies. If you take one thing from this, take that. ✅ Week three, I noticed the drain. Not because there was hair in it. Because there wasn't. ✅ Week five I put my hair up in a claw clip and the elastic went around one more time than it had in months, and I stood in my bathroom and just held it there. ✅ Week eight was my wedding. She got the style up. It held all night. And in the mirror that morning, right at my temples where there'd been nothing, there was this soft dark fuzz of new hairs coming in. I got the photos back and I looked at them for a long time. Not looking for my arms. Not looking for my chin. Just looking at us. And I recognised her. That's all I wanted the whole time. If you're twelve months out, or nine, or six, you have something I didn't have, which is time. 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