I was just vaguely reminiscing in the old days at my old workplace.. I was a customer service associate (cashier) at a tech store. During those days I was at my worst. Wearing a wig everyday to work and claiming I'd gotten extensions, meanwhile more and more of my hair fell out. Anyways, one day I noticed a man and his aunt? mom? He wore a baseball cap.

He looked a little like my history teacher who had lost hair prematurely and shaved his head. But it seemed like he didn't have any hair at all. Looking closely (because his cap was pulled low) he had no eyebrows nor lashes, nor arm hair. I thought I'd go ahead and guess.

"Alopecia Universalis?"

Then we all started talking. I know universalis is rare, so I was surprised to have met someone with it at all. I confided that I had areata. The woman whispered encouragement, that she couldn't tell at all until my admission. That "coincidental" meeting somehow brought a lot of hope to me. I learned that the man grew up with alopecia. He seemed happy. How strong he must be, not to grieve over something natural, like grey hair.

We finished the transaction, and the two left. That night I went home to my bible and thanked God for our meeting. I felt my strength renewed, knowing that I was not alone, that it's possible to be bald and beautiful. And just for the heck of it, half the girls in my class are crushing on the bald history teacher, the man was hella hot, and I was too shy to say so. Plus I couldve been wrong and the lady his lady friend.

Cheers! =P

Sophia