I tried not to let it get me down and convinced myself that they are going to regret it once they see my application picture. I've got more important things to worry about anyways.
My bald spot... it's increased in diameter.
I don't know if I've ever conveyed my obsession with my hair, so let me break it down for you.
I have been in love with hair since before I learned the word. As a kid, I loved working my hair in the morning. My parents never let me buy products or get a salon hair-cut, so I would go crazy if there was any humidity or if I couldn't get the volume I wanted.
When I finally left the nest and could buy my own products, I put more work into my hair. When I landed my first hair-modeling job, the stylists taught me more about products than I ever realized.
I don't spend hours on my hair, but it is my favorite physical feature so when I discovered the bald spot in June, I nearly sh!t a brick. I saw my mom that day who blamed it on past experiences dye-ing my hair. I saw my PCP a few weeks later who brushed it off as alopecia. My sister told me to start taking vitamins and wait a bit.
Over the last couple of weeks, I noticed the spot getting bigger. A hair stylist told me he still sees all the hair follicles, so it's not permanent.... but he suggested I might be pulling my hair out in my sleep. I slept with my hands in my back pockets that night.
The dermatologist today was happy to see that hair was indeed growing back, but she didn't like the obvious signs of inflammation. She injected the spot with steroids and now I'm sitting here with one side of my head kinda numb... but reassured that when the stress (hopefully) goes away, my hair will be back.
And to start the relaxation process, I got an offer for my first interview for a transitional year in Denver, CO.
I don't ski... but snowboarders are hot!
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