For a long time I had been aware that my hairline was changing. Changing very slowly… but changing none the less. The pictures do not lie.
I’ve always had thin blond hair and a rather high hair line. It did bother me, but not that much. Any teasing I encountered in school didn’t last. I was always been harder on myself and it concerned me most that I could never seem to pull off the hair styles I wanted to. Oh, such vanity!
Some people would always point it out as thinning but (in my belief) I had always known my hair to be that thin, so it wasn’t going anywhere, so wasn’t worried. But I was wrong, and I am worried.
I had thought that it was just as result of stress and that it wasn’t ‘proper’ baldness. I always believed that it would grow back. In the pub my friends would delight in pointing out the current rate hair loss (always greatly exaggerated in my opinion). I would often defend myself with the fact that my father had more hair than their fathers. Or that my loss was just temporary. I would argue those points and that logic dictates that later in life I would have more hair than them. That they are the ones who should be worried about hair loss now.
It will probably give me no satisfaction if they experience baldness later on, as for most of our lives, I will have had much less hair than them; no doubt now they’ll only go bald sometime after the age of seventy!








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