One size does not fit all

That niggling subject has raised its head again. I know that we’ve talked about it before but it just doesn’t seem to go away.

It’s that size thing again!

Well I can’t help it, due to the changes in my physique, courtesy of the lupus/steroid clan, and the refusal of my wardrobe to play ball with me; this is a subject that is never too far from my thoughts.

But things are changing, okay maybe change is not quite the right word, (more like my focus is now on one part of my anatomy at a time) this time my challenge (sounds so much better than a problem) is my head. No not in my head and it’s not that my head is actually getting any bigger (well at least I don’t think so) it’s just that I am fed up of the mr lupus/chemo baldness as I can no longer ignore the bald patches that seem to illuminate each time I look in the mirror. Have you ever realized just how many things you can see your reflection in even when you have absolutely no interest? Well I can tell you it’s plenty.

I decided not to be defeated by the baldness. So I’d buy myself a hat, a sexy, foxy number that would enhance my new physique (see I’m trying to embrace the me now on the way to the me of tomorrow. Deep huh!)

So there I was crutch and all off on an exciting shopping spree, believing that I had found a solution to my temporary situation (everything is only temporary right?). Great or so I thought but that was only short lived. The wisdom, for want of a better word, of the fashion industry put paid to that, they had failed me once more. How can they possibly believe that this is going to work surely there are people with big heads, small heads and medium sized heads. How can they make hats in one size?

Maybe we need to write to the Queen, our MPs organize a march…because one size definitely does not fit all.