At 25, I went for a really short haircut. No big reason, just wanted a change. The second the hairdresser finished, I noticed how thin my hair actually was. I felt gutted almost instantly.
The depression came on hard. I didn’t try to deny the hair loss. I knew the thinning meant I was entering the hairless years. And I handled it badly. I shut myself away.
I stopped going out, avoided everyone, and spent far too much time in front of the mirror asking myself, “Why me?” That turned into comfort eating, and within three months, I’d put on 50 pounds.
I was always on the computer. No social life, no proper sleep, just obsessing. That’s when I found hair concealer. I won’t name it, but it’s basically black powder you shake onto your hair.
It worked better than I expected. Gave me a proper confidence boost. I started working out again and wore that stuff every day. Never let me down once.
But the hair didn’t stop falling. Back then I thought I had it bad. Now, I’d do anything to have that version of my hair again. These days the front is barely holding on, and I know the W shape is coming soon. No amount of powder or haircuts is going to hide that.
I don’t regret using the concealer. It gave me five years of feeling like myself. Even if it was fake, it helped me cope.
But now it feels like it’s time to face the truth. Maybe two more years left with hair if I’m lucky. Saying that out loud makes me feel sick. It’s not about being shallow. It’s about identity. When the hairline goes, your whole face changes.
Whenever I look at old mates on Facebook, I notice their hair straight away. And the comments too. So here’s how I see it. If you’ve still got hair, take care of it. If you don’t, shave it before it becomes a joke.
Right now, my hair feels like the enemy. But I’m scared to let it go. And I know it probably looks worse than I think.
If you’re hiding it like I did, maybe stop before it goes too far. The worst thing is that concealers actually work. They work too well. They keep you from facing it.
I still lie to myself sometimes and hope there’ll be a cure. Maybe by the time I’m 40 I’ll have thick black hair again. But deep down, I know. It’s not just about hair. It’s about the hairline. Without it, something just looks off.