Who do I hate? The ones who stand next to me and go "Oh my hair is soooo heavy! I wish I had thinner hair/ I might have to thin it out" (I hate you and I hate your hair - no, I love your hair, I just hate you.) The people who then comb their hair, find 4 strands of hair and go "Oh my God! I'm losing so much hair" (Wait, can I try too? We can compare scores, biggest loser their head scalped) The ones who flip their hair in public and toss it around. (Machete and saws.....) The ad-men who make those digitized videos of hair that we're supposed to aspire towards. (Roast in hell, you heartless Bas&ards!) The people who say "Did you know you're losing hair??" (Blinding Rage at this one supplemented with homicidal tendencies) The people who say "It's your diet/ it's your shampoo/ it's because you are non-vegetarian/ because you don't eat enough meat" (You're like a health superman that way, you know exactly what is wrong with me!!) The people who say "It's just hair" (Why didn't I think of it that way?) The people who say "It's not that bad" (Really? Can I shave your head while you're sleeping tonight then?) The people who say "I wish I had your hair" (No, no you don't) The store sales people who walk up to me and say "Try this serum, it stops hair fall" (No really? You mean there was a cure all along?) The people who can't maintain eye contact with me and eye the shiny pate. (Yes, I know I rival the halogen lighting, but hey I have interesting things to say too!) The people who offer cures. (You have a head of normal/beautiful hair. Do NOT give me "proven" cures for something that you have no idea about and was an urban myth for you until you met me. And I know I will not put fresh rabbit blood on my hair) And finally, The people who say "It'll all get better" (No, no it won't. It's genetic. I hate it, I'll hate it everyday of my life. All I can do is cope with it. But it'll never get better and I'll never be that girl I know I could have been.) Thanks for reading this. I feel better having written this. I have a supportive family who's trying to understand what's happening to me and a sister in the same boat who is blindingly angry about her hair loss. I've reached acceptance and the knowledge that this is inevitable. Has hair loss changed my life? Yes! Yes, yes, a thousand times yes. My confidence is a fraction of what it could be, I believe people don't really like me, I don't think anyone of the opposite gender could ever love me and I spend all my time being docile and uber-helpful (read doormat)because I have to make up for the lack of hair/beauty. I just want to cry and cry and bawl and scream sometimes. I don't remember what it's like to have a head of hair. I don't know what it is to have someone take a double look at you because you're stunning. And then some days, like today, I tell myself that I am not alone (thank you ladies!), that I have a family that loves me, an curious mind and personality who I love and a life of understanding and compassion. I wouldn't be me today if my hair wasn't dying on me. So here's to me and all you other ladies out there. Give yourself a hug and say "I love you, me!"