Weeks 1-2: Less hair in the drain.
Not zero, but noticeably less.
Instead of 40-50 strands in my brush every morning, I saw 15-20.
I didn't realize how much mental energy I'd spent counting hairs until I stopped having to.
My husband noticed day 10: "Did you change something? Your hair looks fuller."
Weeks 3-4: Day 23, doing my makeup, I saw them.
Tiny new hairs along my part line.
Fine wispy strands standing straight up.
I touched them gently, afraid they'd disappear.
I hadn't seen new growth in five years.
Weeks 6-8: I wore my hair up to work.
First time in months. Just threw it in a messy bun.
My coworker Sarah: "You never wear your hair up. It looks really good!"
The part that used to show scalp was filling in with dark, dense coverage.
Week 12: Back to Kylie for follow-up.
She pulled up my original imaging side-by-side with current.
"Your follicle density improved significantly. Inflammation resolved. Hair diameter measurably thicker."
But here's what shocked me: I'd stopped everything else. No biotin. No vitamins.
I expected my hair to suffer. Instead, it continued improving.
My scalp was healthy. Follicles functioning naturally. I didn't need to artificially prop up my hair anymore.