TheGlamorous
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I remember about two weeks ago, there was a debate about whether so called hair loss products work.
Someone came to the conclusion that, if people were frequenting the forum trying out propecia and other such products, that they would come back and share the good news with everybody.
I am one of those people who suddenly halted posting. I almost didn't come back here. I know that a lot of other people would leave and not come back when they get their hair/life under control.
But here I am. I didn't buzz my hair. I didn't shave my head. I cut my hair short, a week ago, expecting it to look horrible.
It looked fine. When I straighten it it looks amazing. I don't use Nanogen. I chuck on a bit of hairspray and I can go out in all sorts of weather. I now have the wind to my advantage. I've been out every day since last sunday. I'm not nervous anymore. I'm confident, and horny. I was apparantly called a NW3 going on to 4. I don't see that anymore. There is thinning going on. But I don't care, because it's not as bad as it was four months ago. I know it.
My hair is so short now I don't have to care about the wind. It's 2 inches on top and 3/4 inch on the sides. And that wind was my achillies heal. I used to care so much about wind I got depressed. I thought 'id I cut it, that it would be more noticable, but the wind wouldn't be as much of a problem'. ...however my hair looks better then it did when it was longer.
I went drinking last sunday. On monday I walked home at 6am in the morning, in the blistering wind. It took 45 minutes. I enjoyed every step of it. I enjoyed being free. It's amazing how much hair can piss you off.
On tuesday I went for movies up north. Had to walk a while to get to my friends house. It was windy. I was happy. I was more then happy. I was me again. The last four months of depression, that fucked my whole end of school year, are slowly being quashed out.
On wednesday I hooked up with my ex girlfriend. And I'm supposed to be Gay. I don't know. I just felt like it. I was confident, I enjoyed it, I don't care. It was fun.
Yesterday I went down to the local park in the middle of the night to hang with friends who were drinking (but I wasn't). It was windy as HELL. I didn't care. My hair looked fine. I didn't even check it until I got home, and it was three seconds in the mirror and I was happy with it.
Today is the first night in. Because I actually am tired, as opposed to staying in because of my hair. It's a good feeling. It's refreshing. I feel normal. I feel good. I feel great. A huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders, it's so amazing how heavy it was, and how much it dragged me.
Remember how I said i'd be quitting my job to buzz my hair and see how it felt? Well I did quit my job, and now that my hair is looking good, i'm surprised I don't feel "sad" that I quit. Yes I did quit because of my hair, but i'm free. Free from supermarkets, hair problem or no i'm glad to be out of there. School is over, which is awseome. All I have to remember the last four months of school was going to the college bathroom every period to check my hair. People must have thought I was nuts.
So what's going to happen? I try not to think about it. What I do know is that, four months on proscar has helped a little bit. Not heaps, but it has helped. The four months I felt from August-November being a "baldy" in my eyes were hell, and really opened my eyes to ways other people have to live on a day to day basis. It scares me. It scares me that my hair might suddenly get worse. But I also gained an innumerable strength. I've been through it once. If it happens again, hopefully it won't hit so hard.
Summer is here.
I'm going to live it up.
Spec.
p.s: I didn't post this in "success stories" because frankly, I feel fine and when you feel fine, you aren't compelled to take pictures of your scalp. I have no proof, so this is just here for people to read who know me here and know that I'm not one to make up bullshit.
Someone came to the conclusion that, if people were frequenting the forum trying out propecia and other such products, that they would come back and share the good news with everybody.
I am one of those people who suddenly halted posting. I almost didn't come back here. I know that a lot of other people would leave and not come back when they get their hair/life under control.
But here I am. I didn't buzz my hair. I didn't shave my head. I cut my hair short, a week ago, expecting it to look horrible.
It looked fine. When I straighten it it looks amazing. I don't use Nanogen. I chuck on a bit of hairspray and I can go out in all sorts of weather. I now have the wind to my advantage. I've been out every day since last sunday. I'm not nervous anymore. I'm confident, and horny. I was apparantly called a NW3 going on to 4. I don't see that anymore. There is thinning going on. But I don't care, because it's not as bad as it was four months ago. I know it.
My hair is so short now I don't have to care about the wind. It's 2 inches on top and 3/4 inch on the sides. And that wind was my achillies heal. I used to care so much about wind I got depressed. I thought 'id I cut it, that it would be more noticable, but the wind wouldn't be as much of a problem'. ...however my hair looks better then it did when it was longer.
I went drinking last sunday. On monday I walked home at 6am in the morning, in the blistering wind. It took 45 minutes. I enjoyed every step of it. I enjoyed being free. It's amazing how much hair can piss you off.
On tuesday I went for movies up north. Had to walk a while to get to my friends house. It was windy. I was happy. I was more then happy. I was me again. The last four months of depression, that fucked my whole end of school year, are slowly being quashed out.
On wednesday I hooked up with my ex girlfriend. And I'm supposed to be Gay. I don't know. I just felt like it. I was confident, I enjoyed it, I don't care. It was fun.
Yesterday I went down to the local park in the middle of the night to hang with friends who were drinking (but I wasn't). It was windy as HELL. I didn't care. My hair looked fine. I didn't even check it until I got home, and it was three seconds in the mirror and I was happy with it.
Today is the first night in. Because I actually am tired, as opposed to staying in because of my hair. It's a good feeling. It's refreshing. I feel normal. I feel good. I feel great. A huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders, it's so amazing how heavy it was, and how much it dragged me.
Remember how I said i'd be quitting my job to buzz my hair and see how it felt? Well I did quit my job, and now that my hair is looking good, i'm surprised I don't feel "sad" that I quit. Yes I did quit because of my hair, but i'm free. Free from supermarkets, hair problem or no i'm glad to be out of there. School is over, which is awseome. All I have to remember the last four months of school was going to the college bathroom every period to check my hair. People must have thought I was nuts.
So what's going to happen? I try not to think about it. What I do know is that, four months on proscar has helped a little bit. Not heaps, but it has helped. The four months I felt from August-November being a "baldy" in my eyes were hell, and really opened my eyes to ways other people have to live on a day to day basis. It scares me. It scares me that my hair might suddenly get worse. But I also gained an innumerable strength. I've been through it once. If it happens again, hopefully it won't hit so hard.
Summer is here.
I'm going to live it up.
Spec.
p.s: I didn't post this in "success stories" because frankly, I feel fine and when you feel fine, you aren't compelled to take pictures of your scalp. I have no proof, so this is just here for people to read who know me here and know that I'm not one to make up bullshit.
