- Reaction score
- 58
It was a way I could express myself, a way I could stand out and be unique with my long flowing locks. It was a friend to me when I had trouble making friends, it was a security blanket that could protect me from the world. Losing it was like losing a loved one. I know that is dramatic but that is the truth. I think of Samson from the Bible, his strength was in his hair. I now know what that story meant. Now I am bald and have to face the world with my friend, without my hair I am only 21. I am not ready. I am going to get a rug as a cheap fake replacement for what I lost (I have DUPA so not a candidate for hair transplant), wouldn't have the money anyways.