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Everyone back home keeps asking me if I shaved my head again and I have to say no – Scott at Jupiter Salon shaved it for me when it first started falling out in March but I haven’t touched it since. It has started to grow, fallen out again, grown again, fallen out again and so on. What’s interesting is strangers tend to view me as probably sick except here in Spain where a few Sengalese men were almost whispering in my bare ears – guapisima – and one woman stopped to ask me directions (do I look like a Spaniard?).

Even friends here did not bat an eye with my baldness or maybe they think since Tin has a close haircut, we both were making some summer fashion statement out of our baldness. Hard to say.

I started the trip with a wig on because I was worried about how cold the plane would be – but after the gripping feeling on my head became too much for me, I started wanting to take it off – only in the wee hours on the plane, I kept thinking about my fellow travelers and would they wake up, disoriented from the flight, look over at the formerly haired woman and think – OMG what happened to us? But after a while I talked myself into thinking about my own comfort and pulled the damn thing off.

It’s surprising to me how many people tell me about friends of theirs with alopecia because the story always goes like this – “she had this wonderfully thick, wavy hair before” – why is it all or nothing I wonder. Or is it?

I took a photo of myself yesterday afternoon because I wanted to see this time if my hair would actually be in a short hair cut like the second dermatologist predicted it would be by summer’s end.

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