How Losing My Hair Helped Me Find Myself
Bald, Black, and Blogging: My Story Begins
Bald, Black, and blogging. Three things I never thought would define me, yet here we are.
So, I did a thing. I started a blog and podcast. Not the “wake up at 5 AM, drink green juice, journal in the sunlight” kind of blog. This space is a little messier, a little funnier, and a whole lot more real.
Losing My Hair, Finding Myself
My hair started falling out when I was 14. High school had just begun, and every time I washed my hair, clumps came out in my hands. The doctor’s verdict?
“One of the most severe cases of alopecia areata I’ve ever seen.”
Not exactly what you want to hear as a teenager.
I felt completely alone. No one around me looked like me: Black, young, and navigating alopecia. Depression crept in. My grades dropped. Panic attacks became routine. And then came The Wig Era.
For 10 years, wigs became my shield. I dodged stares, snuck into salon back rooms, and tried everything to regrow my hair: steroid injections, expensive treatments, false hope. Sometimes it worked. But the hair always fell out again.
So, Why Now?
In May 2024, I graduated with my master’s in Couples and Family Therapy. Around the same time, I did something I had avoided for a decade. I posted my bald head on Instagram. No wigs, no filters, just me.
Then I started wearing my bald head in the world. After years of hiding, I finally let myself breathe. And while I may wear wigs again someday, for now, I’ve never felt freer.
This Is Bigger Than Me
The Baldie Diaries isn’t just about hair loss. It’s about self-acceptance, mental health, and creating representation in spaces where people like me are often left out.
This is for the little girl who cried as her hair fell out in the sink. For the girl who got asked if she had cancer when bald spots showed. For my inner child, who thought she had to hide instead of just be.
But it’s also for you.
Here you’ll find honest stories, conversations that break stigma, and moments that remind us healing doesn’t have to be stiff or clinical. It can be messy, funny, vulnerable, and still beautiful.
Why The Baldie Diaries?
It’s a story. My story, our stories. Stories of healing, identity, and finally stepping into the light, bald head and all.
