Fourteen years ago this Fall I shaved what was left of my hair and went out to dinner with two of my closest friends. It was a chilly night to be walking outside bald, but I didn't notice the cold. I felt so anxious to be seen in public for the first time without my hair that I couldn't think about much else. Fourteen years later, I still have Alopecia Areata and a bald head. I am happily married to a bald man (male pattern) and don't think as much about my hair. I am proud that I have the confidence to be bald, and proud that I have come so far in my acceptance. I owe a great deal to my family and friends for helping me with my self-confidence. And I feel lucky to be married to a man who always reminds me of my beauty both inside and out.