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Six months passed. A year passed. I had nothing to show on my head but a few little white hairs and the peach fuzz that you could feel but not see.
I had moved across state lines, and wasn’t going to be able to make the trip back to the same doctor.
I kept telling myself it would grow back. I took the maximum over-the-counter dose of biotin. I created concoctions of honey and cinnamon to rub on my head. I put olive oil in the refrigerator and shampooed my hair with it.
I researched essential oils. I picked one and started a nightly regimen of rubbing the lavender into my scalp.
I noticed the fuzz got thicker, but still no brown curly hair. I hoped the longer I would use these “miracle” supplements, I would start to see something. Anything.
Photo by: Jessica McBride
Many never notice the creeping bald spot on the left side of my head because I would comb over the hair from the right side of my head to cover the baldness that developed.
I retook this photo several times until I decided I didn’t care if people wondered why my hairline gapped toward my temple.
For another year I would dedicate myself to fixing this problem. Drizzle oil on my head, wrap my head in a bandana, go to sleep, wake up, wash out my hair, go to work, eat dinner, take some the supplements and then start the process again.
I found hope in each little hair that developed, but nothing more would come from it other than short, stubby fuzz.
How hard is it to grow hair? Apparently very difficult. Unless you’re a woman and trying to grow hair on your legs of course.
I knew that something was wrong, but after not getting help from those in the medical field before I was highly skeptical they would be able to do anything. Everything I read online didn’t give me much hope.
Surely I wasn’t the only one suffering from not being able to get my body to work normally. Rogaine is available over-the-counter so someone else was dealing with this.
I knew that if I went to the doctor again and demanded answers I would be poked, prodded and judged. I’m a very private person, and mentally I just wasn’t ready.
After combing my hair over like Donald Trump for so long, it started to thin where I would draw the part. I tried many times to shift the part towards the middle or further to the right, but there was either not enough hair to cover it, or it just didn’t look natural.
The tears, the anger, the obsession continued to grow after two years of watching my hair slowly disappear.
For clarity on the story above, please read the blog posts below.
https://thejessence.wordpress.com/2015/07/02/word-vomit/
https://thejessence.wordpress.com/2015/07/02/and-then-it-appeared/
https://thejessence.wordpress.com/2015/07/15/radius-diameter-and-the-curious-spread/
https://thejessence.wordpress.com/2015/07/27/shimmering-dresses-and-comb-overs/
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