I remember the first time I pulled out a hair. I was 10 years old, and my mother and I were reading books on the couch. I was surprised by the way the root looked: cylindrical and white except for the black dot on the very end. My mom told me to stop. I ignored her.
In the spring of 2017, I had two sweaters, four shirts, three pairs of pants, a jumpsuit, and three pairs of shoes. I didn't wear it all.
I cut my hair off in July. Gone, gone, gone; officially bald. Since then, a few things have changed. Most have stayed the same. The following are the most notable examples.