Like most 25 year old girls, I love to don the make up, blitz the hair and get utterly spruced up for a girly night out.  But this time it was different, and little did I know how much my life was going to change after this night.

My sister (Carrie) and I are extremely close, best friends, always supportive of one another.  People often questioned our relationship, no one could believe two sisters could be so close and loving, no jealousy or malice between us, but that was just us. My boyfriend and I had recently moved into our own apartment, loved up and content, this was the start of things to come, and I couldn't have been happier.

Make up done, outfit sorted and sprawled across the bed, alongside a mound of the entire contents of my wardrobe that had been carefully selected but subsequently tossed to the reject pile, after much deliberation and assessment of course!  We sit down on the floor, giggling and chatting, drinking our wine, whilst waiting for the GHDs to heat up.  Carrie starts to curl my hair, piece by piece; she makes golden waves that fall loosely around my face.  Carefully she selects her next victim, only this time it appears to be me that has fallen victim.  We notice something that no woman or girl ever wants to notice - a bald patch.

And so it begins, my life with Alopecia....