Admitting this will take guts. Even if your hair is retreating fast, at least you can kid yourself that you still have some hair. Shaving it off is a stark admission that you don’t. Your genes have won and your destiny is baldness. And, if he’s anything like me, Harry will be petrified that the first thing anyone thinks when they see him will be “Oh, bald.” It was bad enough for me to announce myself as bald, and the only people who pay attention to me are my immediate family and a small clutch of spammy Instagram sexbots. For Harry, though, who has the full glare of the world press on him at all times, the insecurity must be enormous.
