On Feburary 21, 2009, I woked up that day and started brushing my hair and a clump of hair came out. I realized that something must be very wrong, but didn't think much of it. Then I shampooed my hair, after I was done, my whole bath tub was filled with my hair. I ran down to my kitchen, and started to cry infront of my parents. It was such a scary experience, because since I was very little, I was very conscious about my hair. Like brushing my hair 100 times a day to make it silky and… Continue