I was 27 years old when I realized that I was losing my hair, so I shaved my head. I didn’t want to become ‘one of those guys’ who lived in denial, styling my hair in evermore creative ways to hide my hair loss. For years I’ve been bragging that I “beat baldness” and secretly laughing at the guys who hang onto the dream too long.
A couple weeks ago, my girlfriend and I were looking at my old Facebook photos. We met each other after I started shaving my head so she always gets a kick out of looking at old pictures of me with hair. We came across one photo in particular (above) that was taken one year before I started shaving my head.
“Whoa!” my girlfriend exclaimed, jumping back from the computer. “Looks like it was time to shave your head, eh?”
“What are you talking about?” I said. “I wasn’t one of those guys!” I leaned closer to the photo. I could feel my girlfriend waiting for me to come to my own conclusion, her stare burning the back of my neck as I inspected the picture. “Shit. I guess you’re right.”