Man... had you met me at 22, you would never think that I would ever be discussing hair loss.
My hair was thick, strong, back then, and, frankly speaking, it was one of the best things about me.
They would say, Dude, your hair is fantastic. And I would only smile, not knowing how much that compliment would come to me later.
It began small, a few hairs on my pillow, some in the shower.
I thought it was normal. I ignored it.
However, gradually, I began to see more and more hair falling off.
And when you see it, you cannot unsee it.
You pass every mirror... every photograph... Every time someone stands behind you, you just get that insecurity kicked in.
At the age of 25, I had thinning hair, particularly at the top.
That bald patch on the back of my head - that - that one bothered me.
I would attempt to dress my hair in various ways to conceal it, apply hair products, hair oils, hair shampoos, and whatever other people on the internet were advising.
Nothing really worked.
And I tell you, I lost confidence.
I began to shun photographs, hats became my new best friends, and I felt... smaller.
I was dating this girl at that time - (can't reveal her name)
She was beautiful. I honestly believed that it was her.
However, when my hair began to thin, I began to notice her behavior also changing.
She was not so loving anymore. She would tease me over my hair now and then, but you see, the sort of things that hurt a bit.
Then one day... I discovered that she was cheating on me.
I did not even get angry initially; I was simply broken.
I recall that I was staring at myself in the mirror that night, and I had my hand on the top of my head where my hair was thin, and I said,
I hate my hair... Perhaps this is the reason she went. I guess I am not good enough anymore.
That idea killed me temporarily.
However, after a while, I came to know - no, man, I am not losing due to my hair.
I lost because I had given up on myself.
And so I began to take care of myself.
I started reading about the real mechanism of hair fall, how the scalp, diet, stress, etc. work.
I began to use appropriate therapies and pay attention to hair growth in the proper fashion.
I even joined Hair Regrowth programs, and yes, that did work for me.
It took time, but slowly... I started seeing new hair.
Little baby hairs on the crown--little, but there.
And you know what?
It gave me hope that moment when I saw even a little regrowth.
I began to feel good, not only about my hair, but also about myself.
Now I'm 35.
My hair is not as good as it was when I was 22, but it is certainly stronger and fuller, and I feel confident again.
And frankly, that is what counts.
I also got to know something significant, that losing hair can disorient your self-esteem, but it does not make you who you are.
It is not about giving up on yourself. That is what matters the most.
Since you can grow your hair back... You can grow back, too.
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