Medical Examiner
May 23, 202610:00 AM
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My hair woes started in high school, when I would scrape my curls into a bun and lament how thin my hairline looked. While the popular girls strutted through the halls with their effortless Pinterest-inspired updos, I was applying brown eyeshadow to my scalp to disguise the sparse spots. At night, I dreamed about not needing to tilt my head just so when posing for pictures.
My mom took me to her dermatologist when I was 16. The doctor told me to take a $40 supplement to promote hair growth. Swallowing the massive pills felt like forcing a brick down a paper towel roll. I quickly gave it up.
