 
At the age of eleven I lost all my hair through radiation treatment for brain cancer. It grew back much finer, and patchy because of scar tissue, but there was enough to cover my head and it actually looks fine in the photographs I have. Now, at twenty-nine, it is falling out again - I don't know why - and I am distrought. I don't cut it because I am so frightened that it won't come back. Consequently it looks dreadful and affects my entire body image. I am having a permanent bad hair day. No fun. It feels terrible to lose your hair, especially twice over.
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