I am not male and my hair falling out luckily wasn’t life long for me. So I hope you don’t mind me posting.
But my hair started falling out in chunks several years ago.. It turned out to be a nutritional deficiency. I was having a hard time coping. Every slower every time I caught myself in the mirror every time I brushed then combed my hair. It was like being bullied by myself.
I examined each female I saw with female pattern baldness, I was envious and sick every time the girls did their hair. Or dancing when the hair swish.
Further into depression I was debating yet scared. Having a harder time getting up in the morning. I bought a wahl’s shaver from walmart and went at it. This was the first picture I took.
It reminds me of being resolute of coping of mourning. There were times when I wore a hat or a scarf to cover it up. I wore it like that for somewhere around a year. I eventually found things I liked and missed about being bald. The sun, freedom not having to worry about tangles my windows were always down in my car.
Less time spent fussing in the morning. When the girls were playing with their luxurious strands I was doing my nails or something just as fun.
A few people were curious but if I acted confident they accepted it. And the people that loved me still loved me.
Yeah I was used to being identified as the cute girl. But there is way more to me then that and my persona is not going out with one aspect of my image, no matter how beloved.
It’s not easy. But human’s adapt and you’ll probably look good and get props for doing it gracefully.
High foreheads are very stately and expressive. Oh and humor is the best coping mechanism in my opinion.
So take it a day at a time and talk about it and you will get there. : )