Root Revival: A Testimony in Tangles
Hair loss is humbling. Like, “let me just Google ‘female pattern baldness in women who’ve tried everything’” humbling. I blamed stress, hormones, tight ponytails, my mother, my husband, my boys, my past life as a Real Housewife… until I looked in the mirror and realized it was time for a team approach. Not just a miracle product—more like a miracle routine.
So here’s what actually worked for me over four months (and we’re still growing strong):
My MVP oil potion: rosemary oil in avocado + jojoba oil carriers, spritzed on scalp (rosemary is nature’s minoxidil) and lengths, left for 20 min under my HotHeads cap for deep heat activation (a very chic lewk).
Weekly hair masks: alternating between Shu Umera and Chris Appleton’s Money Mask (money well spent) under the same trusty cap for the same tedious time of 20 min.
Post-shampoo and conditioner scalp serum: Keranique—sulfate-free, safe for all hair types, and unlike some hair motivators, doesn’t smell like sadness or broken dreams. Ingredients like keratin to strengthen and caffeine to stimulate—yes please!
Supplements: Viviscal Extra Strength because I’m impatient and need new growth faster than 45 days.
And yes, I wait until my hair is ¾ dry before combing—because breakage is not the move.
While the results have been real (shinier, fuller, faster growth), so has the waiting. Which is why Isaiah 40:31 has become my hair’s life verse: “But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles…” …and I’d like to add: “and grow out their edges with grace.” but we all know not to add to God’s word so…ya.
The more I meet people, the more I realize so many of us are living in the in between. In between products, in between washes, in between hope and despair, in between the first prayer and the final breakthrough. Growth—whether on our scalp or in our souls—isn’t always instant. But just because you can’t see it doesn’t mean it isn’t happening. Sometimes the most powerful changes start deep below the surface, quietly and steadily. We have a Father who sees us, who hears us, and who is always at work—even in the waiting. So hang in there. It’s working. He’s working. God’s got this. And He’s got you. I like to remind myself of the “what is” not the “what if”- because our hope isnt a cross my fingers kinda hope. It’s real tangible assured hope that marches right beside faith in a God who delights in us. When we have good hair days or a big bad bald spot in the center of our part (happened after the birth of my middle son).
And as for me? I’ll be over here cheering on my baby hairs like they just took their first steps, trying not to schedule a scalp selfie shoot every time the light hits just right, and learning—slowly but surely—to trust the process. Even when the process involves looking like a microwavable burrito in a heated cap. We grow on.
