I've been here since I was five years old. At first it was horrible, I always went with a cap, even inside the house. One day at school, out of nowhere, an impulse came to me and I took off my cap. It was less painful than I thought. I guess it's because they already knew I was bald, but people didn't make fun of each other as such, I even went through the halls of the institute without a cap and I felt good. I guess knowing I was bald and having that confidence made me reject shame.
Of course, throughout life I was rejected (as expected), even one told me that "I would like more if you had hair" or people who told me (although not attacking) to wear a wig, and things like that. In short, shit everything. Although well, from a very young age I already accepted it because I unconsciously knew that all this was going to happen.