Kramer3
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A few days ago my mom commented on how my hair was starting to look good recently. I had been noticing gradual improvements but didn't want to really say anything because it wasn't extremely noticeable and being superstituous, I didn't want to jinx it.
Three days later, i've sunk to rock bottom. It's like the balding gene forgot about me temporarly and then once it found out I was doing okay decided to come back and just rampage me. The slight progress I had has been almost completely erradicated by three days of persistant shedding. In order to go to school every morning I have to frantically style my hair for 30 + minutes just so that it takes on some semblance of being normal.
I hate being 18 and having to base my daily activites on how windy it is or how my hair looks. I can't go play baseball with my friends tommorow because the wind and sweat will ruin my hair. Wearing a hat is not an option because then I will have to go through the same process I already dread doing just once a day (creating a hairstyle out of hair that isn't there).
I hate that I'm not even slightly excited for graduation because I don't know whether or not my hair will hold up till then.
I hate not being able to ask out a girl because I'm not comfortable enough with my hair.
Finally, I hate feeling ashamed and so unconfident.
I usually try to keep my negativity to myself but after looking in the mirror tonight I couldn't help but vent. My only salvation is that I will only have to endure this for four more months and then I'm off to university. I'm not even going to try and hide it there. Maintaing this facade is almost worse then the balding process itself.
Three days later, i've sunk to rock bottom. It's like the balding gene forgot about me temporarly and then once it found out I was doing okay decided to come back and just rampage me. The slight progress I had has been almost completely erradicated by three days of persistant shedding. In order to go to school every morning I have to frantically style my hair for 30 + minutes just so that it takes on some semblance of being normal.
I hate being 18 and having to base my daily activites on how windy it is or how my hair looks. I can't go play baseball with my friends tommorow because the wind and sweat will ruin my hair. Wearing a hat is not an option because then I will have to go through the same process I already dread doing just once a day (creating a hairstyle out of hair that isn't there).
I hate that I'm not even slightly excited for graduation because I don't know whether or not my hair will hold up till then.
I hate not being able to ask out a girl because I'm not comfortable enough with my hair.
Finally, I hate feeling ashamed and so unconfident.
I usually try to keep my negativity to myself but after looking in the mirror tonight I couldn't help but vent. My only salvation is that I will only have to endure this for four more months and then I'm off to university. I'm not even going to try and hide it there. Maintaing this facade is almost worse then the balding process itself.