There was a time in my life, long ago, where my scalp had been untouched by the scalpel of a doctor. That time seems like a different life, a life of innocence and freedom. I don’t mean to sound so melodramatic but it is what it is. Ignorance is bliss and had I not been at the mercy of social pressures to fit in and the ambition of a local doctor my life would have taken on a much different direction. Through it all, however, I am happy with where I wound up but this has come at the price of surgical innocence. Here I am at the age of 16, just trying to fit in like everyone else. My hair was fine, thick and I had zero issues. These are the first of my hair transplant before photos.
I had no idea that these would eventually be considered to be my original hair transplant before photos. By the time I was 22 I was sailing the seven seas. I had joined the Merchant Marines and spent some time in the Middle East. My head was shaved at one point and instead of sticking with the style, it was still not a popular hair cut, I let it all grow out. Knowing what I know now I could have kept it shaved or very short and been fine eventually but I was young and naive and still just wanted to fit in like everyone else.
My hair was a non-issue during these days because it was still enough to pass as “normal”. I have a very good head shape for shaving and it would have served me well. I still to this day stand by the position that had I never had the two procedures with Dr. Norris I would have eventually just been a head shaver and not given hair loss much of a second thought. However, I don’t regret my decisions as it made me the man I am today but it is still interesting for me to think of where my life would be had I never taken the plunge to begin with.