I woke up again this morning to stare at several strands of black hair on my pillow and sheets. Earlier in the shower more strands fell out. Looking at myself in the mirror, it doesn't seem like I'm losing anything. In fact, my hair looks like it's growing. But I know that's not the case. This Friday when I go see Miss Peggy to get my new wig, I think I'm going to ask her to shave off the hairs on my head right now. I didn't think I'd be so emotional about this decision, but even now I'm choked up with tears. I don't know how my parents will feel about this - they've always held out hope that maybe my hair will grow back, and any sign that that is a possibility, they hold onto very strongly. But I think I've reached a point where I'm okay with never having the hair on my head again.

I wish I was strong enough to go everyday without a wig, but there is still a strong part of me that feels more comfortable with a wig on my head. Even though I've accepted my Alopecia, I still love having something on my head to keep my hair accessories company. =)

Next week is September and it starts Alopecia Awareness month. I have my NAAF "Free to be me" bracelet on to continue reminding myself and others that it's okay to be different. Keep up those beautiful/handsome smiles, everyone!