Bobman's Before Story & Pics
When I started to lose my hair at the tender age of twenty-three, it was very gradual and seemingly unnoticeable. Then almost overnight it seemed, I would find myself with tons of hairs coming out of my head...just falling with the slightest of hand strokes through my once thick mane. Within a couple of short years I had a bald spot and a recession that was making its way to meet the rear. This was the start of a lower sense of self esteem that rippled it's effect on all aspects of my life. From the pull back on the club hopping and social gatherings to the weight gain trying to unknowingly cope. Sure, I was able to meet a girl that didn't seem to mind and was lucky enough to find someone during a "self assured" period of my life. Deep down it always bothered me, but I was able to cover that with a false sense of courage. When we were engaged to be married, I realized that I did not want to be the "old man" in the wedding photos and in a sense of urgency decided that I had to do something. That something led me to a place called "The Lion's Den". A place where you could get a [i]system[/i] to cure your baldness. Yeah, it was a hairpiece. But it was [I]ok[/I] and did the job I needed it to. But a funny thing happened which most hairpiece clinics try to instill in their clients. I became dependent on it. And God forbid someone actually [B]know[/B] I was bald! Worst yet, know I was wearing a hat with hair. And I talked myself into believing they couldn't tell. But again, [I]deep down[/I] I knew. So for six years I would flip-flop back and fourth...sometimes on....sometimes off. It was another hurdle my self esteem had to overcome. So one day, I just chucked the whole damn lot of 'em...burned them all. I just decided to be me...and be bald. Fast forward some years later and 58lbs heavier...it still bothered me. What the hell...why did [B]I[/B] end up the bald one out of my two brothers and three sisters. And why did I have to lose it all so quickly at such a young age!?! First, I lost the weight...goal number 1. My next challenge was to [i][b]find a way[/i][/b] no matter what the cost or where the travel. After years of research, phone calls, and low and behold...INTERNET savvy. I found it! Even though I'd been married to a woman that would never support my obsession. At the time I couldn't go to her...so I kept it to myself. And I'm glad I did. She lost her mind and I got started on our divorce, and she never knew until our first court date. But when I found my answer, I knew that nothing was going to stand in my way...it was only a matter of [I][B]"Can You/Will You"[/B][/I]. Can I...yes I can, and Will I...yes I will. Nobody would stop me.
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