I started losing my hair in the eighth grade. This meant that I was never the gorgeous popular kid who could entice herds of people with a single wink. Rather, I used the glare of my bald spot to attract a friend group consisting of theater buffs, board game addicts and, when it was dark, moths.
The weirdness of my friend group compounded in my brain, shaping my creative spirit and ability to look past established norms. Initially, I tried to use acting as an outlet for this creativity, but quickly realized that I had a much better chance at writing a shampoo commercial than being in one. So I decided to pursue advertising.
Today, I’ve learned to focus on the creativity that I have gained and not the hair that I have lost. Looking different has helped me think different, and I’m incredibly thankful for that.
