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Some info about Androgenetic Alopecia (AGA)

Also known as male or female pattern baldness. It is an overall thinning of the hair to an almost transparent state. Female pattern baldness is not usually a sign of any underlying medical disorder. However, hair loss can be triggered by stressful events, surgeries or child birth.

There are few approved drugs used to treat AGA, if a drug is found which the patient responds to the patient must continue to use the drug for the rest of his/her life. If you stop using the drug hair loss will begin again. Hair transplants are rarely successful in women, and are quite costly. Hair hairpieces and wigs are often the least expensive and safest way to disguise hair loss.

The emotional and psychological affects of hair loss in women can be devastating. There is no known cure for female pattern baldness. Hair loss is usually permanent.

Chapter One

Hello. My name is Isabella Swan but I prefer Bella. I'm 16 and I'm not a pretty girl.

I know what you're going to say – Don't be silly you're beautiful, beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Well that's bullshit. There are two kinds of people in this world: pretty people and ugly people. I am ugly.

Let me explain. I have androgenetic alopecia. That basically means that I'm losing my hair, very slowly. It's also called female pattern baldness. You can google it. But I'll tell you something google won't ... it sucks monkey balls. I feel like a freak and the kids at my school – well my old school – treat me like I have the plague. I have no friends, I've never had a boyfriend and I will probably die alone. Not to be dramatic about it or anything.

Tomorrow is my first day at Forks High. I moved here from Arizona where I lived with my mom. She's great but she's like a cool, hot mom so she's totally freaked out by my scalp gain (sometimes I like to refer to my hair loss as my scalp gain ... because I'm a crazy person). Anyway things at my old school got pretty intense last year, by 'things' I mean the relentless daily torture I suffered at the hands of the other kids. I swear as soon as people graduate from high school they like immediately forget how horrible it is, it's like a freaking war zone. I guess that's why I'm writing this. So that I won't forget, I don't ever want to forget how Tanya liked to ruffle my hair around 'playfully' in order to display my bald spots to the world. And I don't ever want to forget the way that Jane refused to be my lab partner because she didn't want to 'catch a disease' off me. There were of course some more innocent remarks that still really hurt my feelings. People would ask me if I had cancer or girls would just remark that my hair was so thin. Like I hadn't noticed that or something. Anyway the final straw came when I was in the girls' locker room after gym. Tanya and a group of popular bitches came in, they grabbed me and held me down. Tanya kept telling me I should just shave my head and get rid of my pathetic comb over. She had a disposable razor in one hand and I think she was really going to do it. Luckily the gym teacher walked in and broke it up. We all got detention.

It was while sitting in detention that afternoon that I decided to leave. I texted Charlie, my dad, to tell him I wanted to come live with him. He was over the moon. My mom was angry but I could tell she was kind of happy to get rid of me. Not in a horrible-Joan-Crawford-Mommy-Dearest kind of way just in that a balding daughter is not something that any of her parenting books had prepared her for. She looked at me and wanted to help me but she was just plain stumped. It must be hard as a parent to not have the solution, to have to look at your only child and say "Sorry kid, I can't help you". I get that and I don't hate Rene for wanting me gone. The sad truth is, sometimes I've wanted me gone too.

Another reason that I wanted to move to Forks is that I've come to quite a big decision. I'm going to start wearing a wig. Doctors can't help me. There is no drug that will help women who are going bald. They may try to sell you some expensive Rogaine shit but I'll let you in on a little secret – nothing works! Well not for me it didn't. My hair started to get thinner when I was ten. My parents had just broken up and my mom was moving us to Arizona. I was devastated. I loved my dad and I didn't want to leave him but my mom was taking me with her and that was that. My doctors have all said that this event was probably the 'trigger' for my hair loss. My parents aren't really to blame, chances are I would have lost my hair anyway but I might have had a few more years if it wasn't for the divorce. So there you have it, after six long years of trying every cream, spray, vitamin supplement and steroid out there I'm going to get a wig.

So why do I have to move in order to get a wig? Well, can you imagine what the cretins at my old school would do to me if I turned up with a full and luscious head of hair next week? Yeah it would not be good – I'm guessing that they'd rip the thing off my head and play 'keep away' with it. Something really juvenile and yet something that would psychologically scar me for the rest of my life.

This summer my mom and I went to California to a salon that specializes in wigs for people with hair loss. The woman who owns it was amazing and she found me the perfect wig, it was an exact match for my real hair and blends into my hair seamlessly. However, it did come at quite a high price. You see it's possible to get amazing wigs, you can wear them on roller coasters and shit (not that I ever would!), you can swim, you can run, you can dance, and if you can find someone who'll have sex with you – you can do that too! Nobody would ever guess that you were wearing one but you have to be willing to pay big bucks. Rene and Charlie cannot afford to pay that much for a wig, so I got a summer job and paid for half of it. They didn't want to take my money but I insisted. I think it's only fair, they didn't expect to have a bald daughter – it's hardly something they've set money aside for.

I arrived in Forks two weeks ago, Charlie didn't say anything about my new hair when he saw me. He just said I looked beautiful like he always does and hugged me. That's the great thing about Charlie he's not a talker, unlike my mom. He knows when to just leave it alone. I really love that about him. Since then I've spent my time fixing my hair and experimenting with washing, curling and clipping it into what's left of my real hair. I've also done some non-hair related things like decorating my room, buying school supplies and being annoyed by the rain here.

Anyway, this is my life and I thought you might like to read about it.

A/N: I'm kind of nervous about posting this, I don't know if anyone will want to read about it. But it was stuck in my head so I thought it was better to get it out.

Let me know what you think and if you want to read more :) x x