Hair Loss

I’m not so sure that I am ready to publicly acknowledge this — but here it is anyway — my hair loss has reached a point where I need to start applying sunscreen to the top of my head. You heard the correctly…the top of my head. I don’t even know how it got this far so quickly. Not even 4 years ago I had a full head of hair. I have my mother’s genetics to thank for this. I really don’t know how I am going to deal with this much longer — in a year my hair will surely be almost gone.

Do I start to get acquainted with hats? They are uncomfortable and they cause a skin condition I have to get worse. (Don’t ask…it is super gross….) Do I go bald completely? My father blessed me with a really weird shaped head, and I am certain that I don’t have the bone structure to pull off my oddly shaped noggin. I could always get cosmetic surgery to give myself the bone structure, but then again — I would have a hard time going through surgery that was actually important. You know…like if I had a tumor or something — I’d rather hop a plane out of the country than have surgery, I couldn’t possibly go through surgery that didn’t matter. I guess I’m just going to have to let my hair loss progress naturally.

There is something really traumatic about watching your hair follicles die — they’re with you from birth, there is a certain comfort in knowing that they’re there and healthy. When they begin to die it’s just really, really, depressing. The hair on the top of my head is hanging on with dying roots, and there is nothing I can really do to stop it.

OK… That last paragraph isn’t true. It’s not really depressing at all, just kind of frustrating — I have not lost even the slightest bit of sleep over my genetic predisposition for flakey follicles. The hair on top of my head, as fleeting as it may be, is not something I actually have much concern over.

The reason why I even noticed that there is so little of it today, is because I felt a sunburn on the top of my head when I washed my hair in the shower this evening. (Washed my scalp? Is that more appropriate now?) I got the burn from being outside in the sun photographing a wedding reception.

Next time, I think I’ll wear sun screen.

Stephen Battey

Stephen Battey

Stephen is a 25 year old amateur photographer, blogger, and husband from Tacoma, Washington. He shares a cute ass house with his husband, cat, and two dogs. He generally hates all weather patterns.

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