Dreaming of a day when it’ll all be different. A day when you wake up… feel your head, and run your fingers through the thick full hair that have grown back, not the thinning pate that you are afraid to touch?
Are you tired of being the butt of constant cruel jokes, being compared as a Bruce Willis’ wannabe loser twin, or laughing along with your friends about it even when that’s the last thing you feel like doing?
A feeling. One I’m sure you’ve felt before. It’s that feeling you get in the pit of your stomach whenever you look at the mirror. That dread as you approach it… that queasiness as you notice how much hair you’re losing again. The feeling of despair and helplessness to stop it no matter how you’ve tried in the past, the shame when you had to don a cap just to hide that balding spot.
And if you’re based in New York, hell, you may have even bumped into me on the bus.. or even fighting with me over a cab!
But in all seriousness, I’m a regular guy who had a great job, sweet ride and a nice pad, a lot of things which I was thankful for. I LOVED my life and had a great zest for it.
It was a Sunday morning when I looked into the mirror that fateful day and realized that my hairline was in fact receding. And I was ONLY 27!
But just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, a few months later, I started balding at the crown…
Every time I looked into the mirror, I started to hate myself more and more and my self-confidence started deteriorating rapidly.
It slowed the hair loss, but didn’t grow any…
