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I avoided mirrors for months. Not consciously --- I just... stopped looking. I'd wash my face with my eyes down. I'd get ready without really seeing myself. Because every time I did look, the person staring back wasn't me. My hair was the first thing that changed after the baby. Then everything else followed. My confidence. My energy. The way I felt when my husband looked at me. I told myself it didn't matter --- I had a beautiful baby, I should be grateful, not worrying about my hair. But it did matter. Not because I'm vain. Because I'd lost a piece of myself, and I deserved to get it back. A mom in my postpartum group shared something that made me stop scrolling. Not a product ad. A real story about why postpartum hair loss happens --- and why it doesn't have to be permanent. That article was the turning point.