I was reading an article about female pattern hair loss this week and I was suddenly swarmed with past feelings of insecurity and humiliation. Since 18, I’ve struggled with the possibility that I was losing hair on my crown and at that time, I desperately sought all sorts of treatments to improve the density. I’ve tried many commercial brands of hair loss treatments, I’ve seen dermatologists and trichologists, and I’ve even rubbed brandy soaked with dried morning glory on my scalp – all to little avail. I hated to visit the hair salons because the brainless hairdressers would always point out the fact that I have very little hair, and the way they said it, it was always meant to bring shame to my head. And because I was so afraid they would do something nasty to my hair, I would always accept their words in silence, although in that case, silence did not mean consent nor acceptance.