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It started at just the nape of my head. My dreadlocks began breaking off one by one from the root.
I was choosing what colleges I wanted to go to and making sure my grades stayed at an A average.
It started moving to the middle. My dreadlocks were getting thinner. I decided to combine them, hoping they would hold on for a bit longer.
I was pouring my heart and soul into studying for SATs and ACTs.
It spread to the sides above my ears. They weren’t going to hold on — I had to start cutting.
I was slaving over college applications while trying to stay at the top of my class.
It popped up at the crown of my head.
Baldness.
I was going to graduate in a month with an A average, a scholarship at an amazing university, and a Valedictorian’s sash.
And I was going bald.
I wasn’t supposed to bald. No, not yet.
In the beginning, I thought, “It’s no biggie. I’m young. The hair will just grow back.” Then two years passed, and the hair in those sparse spots had hardly grown an inch.
