The World’s Hairiest Girl Is Now Grown Up, Happily Married and Rocks Her New Style After Shaving

A girl, once labeled “wolf girl” and “monkey face” by her peers, knew that her condition wouldn’t stop her from finding happiness. Eventually, she discovered the love of her life, and her story reveals the profound impact it had on her life.

Supatra “Natty” Sasuphan, once dubbed the world’s hairiest girl, faced ridicule and fear from her classmates due to her unique appearance.

A young girl with fur-like facial hair all over her face and arms, smiles in white dress.

On August 5, 1999, something important happened in Supatra’s family. Usually, when a new baby is born, parents feel really happy and excited. That’s how Supatra’s mom and dad, Sompon and Samrerng, felt when she was born.

But their happiness was mixed with surprise, fear, and disbelief because the doctortold them their baby had a lot of hair. At first, they thought it was normal, but when they saw her in the incubator, they were shocked by how much hair she had. Supatra’s hair covered almost her whole body, and even the doctors in Thailand had never seen someone like her.

Later on, doctors figured out that Natty had a very rare skin disease called Ambras syndrome. This condition is so uncommon that there have only been 50 cases like hers documented in the world since a long time ago.

Ambras syndrome causes excess body hair growth, sparing only the palms, soles, and mouth interior, likely due to a sudden DNA change.

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When Natty was born, and her mom wanted to leave the hospital, the doctors didn’t want to let her go because they were worried she might leave her child behind. Sompon told the doctor that she would never abandon her child, no matter what. She said“We are lucky that she was born into our family.”

Natty grew up in a loving family, but not everyone was understanding of her condition, and she had to deal with some unkindness from strangers and peers.

Close-up of a little girl looking sad, her face covered with fur-like hair.

As Natty grew up, her face remained hidden behind thick hair due to her incurable Ambras syndrome. Regular methods like laser removal couldn’t slow down her hair growth. At school, she faced ridicule because of her unique appearance. Kids called her names like “wolf girl” and “monkey face.”

Natty, however, didn’t understand why they teased her, as she considered herself a normal girl with just a bit more hair. She stated“It’s the way I am.”

Close up of a girl smiling with a man, her face covered in fur-like hair, homely background.

Natty’s teacher, Kuljira Posaeng, revealed that other kids were initially scared of Natty’s appearance, making her early school days difficult. Over time, though, Natty proved she was just like any other student. Teachers described her as hardworking with good grades, and she eventually became one of the most popular kids at school.

A young womain in a yellow floral top smiles for the camera, her face covered in fur-like hair.

Natty’s teachers said she was a lively girl who loved to sing, dance, and act. Her parents treated her just like any other kid, and they never made her feel like she was less important. They took her everywhere and weren’t embarrassed that she looked different from other children.

Later on, Natty found her love.

Closeup of a person covered in fur-like hair getting a haircut, scissors placed on nose.

Natty has come to terms with her condition, understanding that there’s no cure for it. She decided to keep her body hair the way it naturally grew from the time she was born, only shaving her face when she became a teenager. As she grew older, her self-esteem and self-image became more important to her, and she also found love.

She shared: “It began from friendship, then we became a couple.” Their conversations brought her happiness, and being together was comfortable, with a love she didn’t anticipate: “It was a kind of love that I didn’t expect would happen to me.”

Natty later married her boyfriend, calling him “the love of my life.”

A little girl getting a hair cut, her face covered in fur-like hair, cluttered background.

She also posted pictures with her lover, showing her face without facial hair. Some people thought she might have been cured, but her dad explained that she had chosen to shave her facial hair to reveal her new look. Now, her eyes, face, mouth, lips, and cheeks are visible, with only her forehead covered by her head’s hair.

Natty, who has found love and happiness, is determined to lead a positive life and continue making a beautiful impact on society. She believes that everyone is beautiful and unique in their own way, and she wants to inspire others to embrace their individuality and radiate their inner beauty.

A young couple wearing hoodies posing for a photo on a bridge.

Before you go, be sure to check out another article where a woman shares her story to emphasize that body hair shouldn’t be criticized, highlighting the importance of self-acceptance and embracing one’s uniqueness.

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I Came Home to My Husband and His Ex Digging My Garden, What They Hid Years Ago Made Me Pale

From the start, he was kind and attentive, always willing to listen to me vent about my day, never once distracted by his phone or looking bored. He was everything I thought I needed.

What sealed my affection for him was when he showed up on my doorstep with homemade chicken soup and a collection of my favorite rom-coms. “Everyone needs a little TLC when they’re feeling down,” he said with that charming smile of his.

This is it, I thought. This is the man I’ve been waiting for.

One of the things that endeared Martin to me was his nervous stammer. When he was anxious or stressed, his words would stumble over each other, and I found it adorable. It made him feel more real, more human.

Like the time, a month into our relationship, when he took me to a fancy Italian restaurant for our “monthiversary.” He was passionately explaining the new accounting software at his firm, waving his fork around, when it slipped from his hand, sending tomato sauce all over his shirt. His face turned beet red.

“I-I’m s-s-sorry,” he stammered, looking mortified. “I d-didn’t m-mean to m-mess up.”

I reached across the table, took his hand, and smiled. “It’s okay. Red suits you.”

He laughed, and the tension melted away. That moment solidified my belief that he was someone I could truly be with.

As our relationship grew, Martin opened up about his past, especially about his ex-wife, Janet. He painted a picture of her as someone constantly chasing more—more money, more status, more things. “Nothing was ever enough for her,” he’d say, shaking his head. Their marriage crumbled under the weight of her demands, according to him.

“I couldn’t keep up with her. It felt like I was drowning, and she just kept pushing me under,” he confessed one night. I vowed I’d never be that way—I would love him for who he was, not for what he could provide.

So, when he proposed a year into our relationship, I didn’t hesitate. Our wedding was intimate and beautiful, and it was the happiest day of my life.

But last Tuesday, everything changed.

I had just returned from visiting my mother and decided to surprise Martin with his favorite lasagna. As I pulled into our driveway, I slammed on the brakes when I saw two figures digging in our garden—Martin and Janet.

For a moment, I thought my eyes were deceiving me. What were they doing together? And why were they destroying my garden?

I stormed out of the car and marched over to them. “What’s going on?” I demanded, anger rising in my voice.

Martin froze, dropping the shovel. “M-M-Margaret! Y-you’re h-home early!” His familiar stammer only confirmed my suspicions—he was hiding something.

All the worst thoughts flooded my mind. Was he cheating? Why was Janet here? Why were they digging up our yard?

“We were just…” Martin began, but Janet interrupted.

“She deserves to know, Martin,” she said, wiping her hands. “We buried a time capsule here, ten years ago.”

“A time capsule?” I echoed in disbelief.

“Yes, from when we lived here together,” Janet explained, gesturing to the metal box at their feet. “We always planned to dig it up someday.”

Martin looked sheepish. “Y-yeah, we thought it’d be fun to reminisce.”

I stood there, stunned. “So, you decided to destroy my garden for your little trip down memory lane?”

“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t think—”

“No, you didn’t,” I snapped before walking into the house, slamming the door behind me. Inside, I paced back and forth, trying to wrap my head around what just happened. How could Martin keep this from me? And why on earth would he prioritize his past with Janet over our life together?

I heard the front door open and the sound of hushed voices. Then Martin called out, “Margaret? Can we talk?”

I stepped into the hallway, where they stood with the muddy time capsule between them.

“What’s there to talk about?” I asked coldly.

“Please, let us explain,” Martin pleaded. “It’s not what you think.”

Janet chimed in. “We just wanted to look back. There’s nothing more to it—”

“Fine,” I interrupted. “Go ahead and dig up the past. I’ll be outside.”

I stormed out of the house, feeling a mixture of anger and betrayal. As I looked at the mess they’d made of my garden, an idea formed in my mind.

I gathered wood for a bonfire. By the time the fire was roaring, the sun had set. I could hear Martin and Janet laughing inside, likely over something from the time capsule. I called out, “Why don’t you bring that stuff out here? We could have a bonfire.”

They joined me, bringing the capsule with them. I picked up a handful of its contents—old photos, letters, trinkets. Without hesitation, I tossed them into the flames.

“What are you doing?” Janet gasped.

“Burnt bridges should stay burnt,” I said firmly. “It’s time to focus on the future, not the past.”

As I watched the fire consume their memories, I realized something—Martin wasn’t the perfect man I thought I’d married. He was flawed, just like anyone else.

Janet backed away, her face pale. “I think I should go.”

Neither Martin nor I stopped her as she left. Once we were alone, Martin turned to me with tears in his eyes.

“I’m so sorry, Margaret,” he said. “I never meant to hurt you. I didn’t know how to tell you about the capsule. I was afraid you’d think I still had feelings for Janet. I just wanted to get it done before you came back. I messed up. Can you forgive me?”

“I don’t know,” I replied, staring at the fire. “You’ve broken my trust, Martin. That’s not something you fix overnight.”

“We have a lot to talk about,” I continued. “But not tonight. Tonight, I need some space.”

“I’ll sleep on the couch,” Martin said, defeated, before retreating into the house.

I stayed by the fire as it slowly died down. The garden would need to be replanted. New seeds, new life. Maybe our relationship could be the same.

Only time would tell which path we’d choose. But one thing was certain: Martin would never be the same in my eyes.

What would you have done if you were in my place?

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