At the age of 10, I was diagnosed with Alopecia, which is an autoimmune skin condition resulting in hair loss. So when I got the opportunity and platform of being a professional athlete, I launched a program called "Charlie's Angels" with the National Alopecia Areata Foundation.
Since I was a rookie in the NBA, I've been hosting a blessed opportunity while out on the road to hang out with a group of children and their parents affected by the skin condition alopecia areata, which I've had since I was 10.
Despite the pain, there is still so much joy left in me. I know I'll be OK. All of this is new to me. I don't know my next steps just yet, other than allowing myself to feel whatever it is I'm feeling that day. I will continue to write and document my progress and gain more clarity as time passes.
Sure, I'm balding. Shitty. And the situation really f**king sucks. But sometimes, in the realm of bigger problems that I don't have, it doesn't. There is an abundance that I am incredibly thankful and happy for -- you have no idea.
If you give a bald little girl a wig to wear, you perpetuate the idea that her lack of hair is unacceptable to you and the rest of society. You train her to believe that she can't be pretty the way she is.