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Male pattern bald by choice
Over the last 3 years I have been tweezing, pulling and epilating my head to gradually achieve a male pattern baldness. My hairline is permanently moved back about 3 inches and I have created a very visible bald spot at the crown while thinning out the remaining hair on top. My goal is to eventually have a MPB comb-over with just a few thin, whispy hairs draped across my bald dome.
I'm fully aware of the Norwood Scale. I'm somewhere between a N2 and N3. I've just accepted what nature is doing to me. I like to joke that it's moving the hair from my head to my back. LOL. I really don't miss what's fallen out, and am looking forward to the day when I have a horseshoe of my own.
I'm happy to hear you've embraced your bald head!
When I was 50 I was between N2 and N3 like you. By age 53 I was definitely N3 with my hairline very receded at the temples. Someone took a photo of me with my hair slicked back and it shocked me into the realization that I was finally going bald. My dad once warned me to be careful what I wished for, as I might get my wish. For me is wasn't just a casual wish, it was an intense desire. More than almost anything, I wanted to go bald. But when it started to happen I experienced two very powerful, opposing emotions: intense desire and thrill, and fear. I feared how my wife and family would react. I feared that I might not look good bald. It was happening so fast I feared it might not be male pattern baldness and instead, I might have a serious illness. Thankfully, a medical exam showed that I was very healthy and that it was most likely male pattern baldness. A visit to a hair replacement 'expert' confirmed that I was 'suffering' from very aggressive male pattern baldness and I needed to take immediate drastic action to save my hair. When my wife confessed to me that she loved male pattern baldness and had always wished I would someday go bald, I was ecstatic. Embracing my baldness was easy, as it was most welcome. Letting go of the fear was much harder. I feared I would be ridiculed and teased, but when the inevitable good natured jokes began, I discovered that not only did I not mind being teased, I actually loved being teased about going bald. And I still do. If my wife is present when someone teases me she is quick to say how much she loves it that I'm bald and how ** she thinks it is. I know it doesn't make any sense and I can't explain why I love it so much, but I really do love baldness. My only regret is that I didn't go bald in my late 20s, immediately after my wife and I were married. .