When I discovered my identity at 49, I had a lot of hair where I did not want it, and very little hair where I did. I had a beard, and I was a hairy person, but I also had a pretty significant bald spot region. As I began dealing with my transition, my dysphoria around that situation grew, and I tackled it several different ways. These posts are about that.
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My hair transplant
I’d like to take this moment, to once again thank insecure old white men for the advances in gender-affirming care they have helped to push. Hair transplant medicine was pioneered and perfected for insecure old white men. I am reaping the benefits. So, my appreciation.
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The hair on the top of my head
A great deal of my dysphoria is about the hair on my body. I had a lot of body hair, and I had very little of it on the top of my head. In a mirror, I looked like I had some hair. In photos, it was clear I did not have any.
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The joy of electrolysis
I began electrolysis… wow, almost two years ago now? Three? Two. I don’t know. It feels like a really long time, because it is the process of electrocuting and then removing your hairs, one at a time.
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All about my laser (body) hair removal
As my hair-related dysphoria progressed, I decided to take the plunge anyway. The consultant I met with said, “If I can see your follicles, the laser can see them, too.” That may have been a marketing line, but it was still nice to hear.