One day in yoga class, a woman asked me why I was losing my hair. When I told her, she told me I should go see her naturopath. I wasn't really into alternative medicine, but I'll try pretty much anything, so I thought, why the hell not?

When I visited him, he told me that I was extremely malnourished -- not the skinny, underfed kind, but the you've-been-eating-french-fries-instead-of-food kind. He put me on a blood type nutrition program that forced me to cook my own food (rather than rely on Chipotle a couple times a week), and I lost 25 pounds in one year. After seeing him for three years, my hair started to grow back in. It grew down to my ears ... and then it all started falling out again. So I started shaving my head, rather than sporting half a head of hair with a bunch of bald patches. I had pretty much given up on ever getting a full head of hair back, but at 31, my hair started growing, and it hasn't stopped since.

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At the end of the day, I'm really glad I have alopecia. Of course, now I have all of my hair (with the exception of one eyebrow that just won't grow back), but even if I didn't, I would still be thankful. It made me such a healthier person -- I started doing yoga regularly to help with stress, it made me eat better and it made me change the type of (formerly more stressful) work I do. I think nutrition and stress are major triggers of alopecia. My parents were ending their marriage when I got my first bald spot as a kid, which I think may have triggered it.

I have a friend who got her genes mapped and has the alopecia gene, but it's never expressed itself. I've had a thyroid condition since I was a child, and I think that is related too. I recommend all women with hair loss get their thyroid checked out.

It's heartbreaking to hear that women who experience hair loss shut themselves off from the world. I never felt that way -- maybe it's because my dad raised me, and beauty wasn't a big thing in our household. I was in two serious relationships while I was bald, and neither of them cared, which just reinforced that hair doesn't matter -- at least to the people who matter. Plus, like I said, wearing wigs was really fun. I actually think I look better with a wig than I do with my real hair.

Still, I'd be lying if I said I prefer being bald. It's nice having hair. It's softer and I feel more like myself. If it all falls out again, I'll be sad, but will try to focus on the positive (like two-minute showers and how amazing head rubs feel).

Next, I'm planning on getting my genes mapped. Having alopecia has turned me on to how our environment can uniquely affect how our genes are expressed. And, who knows? Maybe my genes will help some scientist figure out a way to isolate the alopecia gene so that we only lose hair on our legs -- never having to shave again would be a pretty cool takeaway from this whole experience.

Photo courtesy Laura Zinger