It all began one morning with some additional hair loss on my bathroom sink. I was a freshman in college.

As soon as I entered the school grounds, I saw a group of varsity players hanging out at the entrance to the gym, insulting anyone they see with nicknames.

“Hey look guys! Baldy is here!”

To think I was actually feeling good about my looks after recently surviving a long battle against acne.

Great, I was going to need hair grower now?

I was in shock. I just turned 20 and the only person in my family who is bald is my uncle. Maybe I was not eating well? Or perhaps it was because I spent more time last summer playing video games instead of hiking that trail with my friends?

I was assuming that dandruff was making my hair loose, and I spent the past week in a depressed state.

I was willing to try anything. I began a comprehensive workout program and consumed a lot of green tea. I would bring down my stress level by meditating. I even switched shampoo and conditioner brands so fast I lost track.

These efforts were useless.

I finally decided to consult my doctor. She gave me a physical exam, something I did not have in a while. As she read my chest x-ray, I was hoping she would provide a way for me to solve my hair loss dilemma. I expected her to say, “Hey, your x-ray says that you need to drink more milk and stay away from those pork rinds!” or something like that.

I had my fingers crossed that my doctor would make me feel better, but she did not. She simply looked at my forehead and said, “I can see that your hairline is receding. You could use an effective hair grower”. I felt my heart sink to my stomach when she told me that.

She assured me that “male pattern baldness” is perfectly normal, and it is caused by genetics. This meant that a family history of balding will more or less guarantee that someone will inherit the gene which causes balding.

She passed me a bottle of Hair Plus Advance that a friend recommended to her, instructing me to spray it on my head every night after taking a shower. I was skeptical at first, but I was desperate to try anything.

The next time I was at school, those varsity players did not call me “Baldy” anymore. I hardly believed it, but I was actually able to beat my condition. I have never been happier!