As the stylist was combing through my hair, she asked "Have you been very stressed lately?"
(Stressed? Life over here is a piece of cake!)
Me: No, not really. Why?
Her: Well, you're losing a lot of hair.
Me: Well, I think I always lose a lot of hair (Hmm, maybe it has been more than normal recently). Good thing my hair is so thick. Ha, ha, ha.
Her: Hmmm. Let me show you.
At this point she parts my hair is several different places and points out that I have little bald spots, about the size of a pencil eraser, scattered throughout my head. Yikes.
Her: You need to not stress so much. Don't worry, don't worry. Everything works out.
And with that reassurance, she bleached the hell out of my hair. I looked like this:
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj_Q1OMjibJ3ATTMog7pzuvmbJLc8A6ggtnKeZpqeUJHcvvAgwn18Dm6S5opkXcmtBHsbRutsb6ryRkJCd-sO-eNkugUg9cbWBIEVwgO3Iqaqlp6-BBw6uIUyiyCwsAXFbS0RUYYC0Dagx/s320/Picture+068.jpg)
To be fair, it doesn't look terrible down, in that lighting, but check out this:
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6uhkMZ-cgOw7J5rKP5Nx3L8c3A8ASHfgbDdlZQC9YCjcDRlAeb-XjWuoK_yaHiQKFvrna04YYX4SwA26mIlCA772agg-29QWjxv9loH0JgNyER2I1f4aU4dN9GYO7IAR8XLmRmckLYOOK/s320/Picture+069.jpg)
Holy crap.
After some freaking out, I went back this morning for lowlights, which brought it a little darker than usual, but at least I don't look like that anymore.
Repaired-ish:
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgmA8rf0rS0Afask6dhTStF-R6pqy14d7hpFxckTiIm7RTJVwaN9j01ai8T7T5YpktlQyYNegHkNKKqB8MT4NECrR1dLkILOqgYUfkSABFCuok32pe1h37kBy5Pu9AbkB8Gzxm6RkT5Tz2S/s320/Picture+070.jpg)
![](https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEsEKZT4iKHS4uyVYV_JOIxyvLBNvtz5mox2kySDs7_f97vC6YwBPVinHFSKK36WZJSBEyeebwF6JRYMGCsAzh__F5WMXuMuBnDCy9asStUM6xF-JJ-4Y8qIQ5qsWE_A0rvJTkzT4raWwq/s320/Picture+071.jpg)
Anyway, I think that if you share, you should share the good, the bad, and the ugly. So there's your dose of ugly for a while :)