I wish I still had hair on top of my head. Seeing this bright, shiny expanse of skin glaring under the flourescent light in the security monitor at the check-in window at my data center ever fucking morning makes me want to jump out a window.

I'm literally okay with every other part of my body, and getting more and more okay with it as my tits grow and i loose weight, but not having my own natural hair anymore is super fucking depressing and distressing (heh. unintentional follicle joke)

Wigs are cool an all, but caring for them is a bunch of extra work, and good ones are expensive and the best ones get tied in on the hairline up front, which I don't have anymore.

All the hair on my skull is in the wrong places. Too much on my chin, not enough on top. What's left is on the sides.

Reverse undercuts aren't cute.