So... here's the pictures as promised. Try not to spit out your drink, fall out of your chair, or drop your monocle when you see the second one:
Here's me with my mom about three years ago at Yosemite National Park:

And this is me five minutes ago, age 23 and bald as a cueball:

So it's Day 2.5 as a sly guy, and overall I'm still feeling pretty good about it. I didn't have work today so I've been cleaning up the mess that I let my room and car turn into over the past week while I was moping around about losing my mop. As I looked at some old pictures of myself today I started to cry, which made me feel like a pussy, but I can't deny that I miss having hair. But I also know I sure as f**k don't miss losing my hair. I spent every waking moment of the past two weeks worrying about it, absolutely terrified, believing my life was over, I'd never get laid again let alone have a good job, get married, have kids, be happy, etc. That's no way to live. I'm still having moments of feeling awful about it and I'm sure I will for some time, but I know I've got to sink or swim. I'm okay with who I am. It's not that I miss my hair that much, I'm not that vain, I liked the way it made me look and feel but it's not that big of a deal to me. What I DO hate is all the stigma and jokes and ridicule attached to MPB, especially early-onset MPB. If I could be bald from cancer or some other cause of hair loss I'd much rather have that. I know that it's the way God made me and not anything I did, I tell myself I have the same genes as Michael Jordan and Patrick Stewart and Gandhi, but I still feel like it's somehow my fault... that I didn't exercise enough as a kid, or I jerked off too much when I was 13, or I put too much stress on myself too young... it's gonna take a while for me to get over that part. And the fact that it makes me look and feel a lot older at a time when I don't feel like I've accomplished all that much in my life. So yeah, it's not that I have a problem with how I feel about myself anymore, it's that I'm afraid of how the rest of the world (friends, family, coworkers, kids, strangers) will look at me. I've never been much of a tough guy type, and I feel like I'm gonna have to re-establish my identity or risk people thinking I'm a freak. I'm in great shape but skinny, so maybe I need to bulk up, get some tats, and go for the biker/bouncer look? Or is it possible to be a skinny bald kid without people thinking you look like the dude from Powder? Did you guys, especially the ones my age, feel like you had to "change" who you were?