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 doctor told 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.

A young girl looks at the camera, she's covered in fur-like hair on her face.

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.

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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.

My Husband Insisted We Sleep in Separate Rooms — One Night, I Heard Strange Noises Coming from His Room and Checked It Out

When Pam’s husband insists they sleep in separate rooms, she’s left hurt and confused. As nights pass, strange noises from his room stir her suspicion. Is he hiding something? One night, curiosity wins, and she heads to his door, bracing for the truth behind the noise.

I watched James clear out his bedside table, my heart sinking with each item he placed into the small wicker basket.

Five years ago, a car accident left me paralyzed from the waist down. James had been my rock ever since. Now, as he packed up his things, I couldn’t help but feel like my world was crumbling all over again.

A man placing personal items into a basket | Source: Midjourney

A man placing personal items into a basket | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll still be here if you need me, Pam,” he said, his voice soft but firm. “This doesn’t change that.”

“You just won’t be in the same room anymore,” I mumbled.

James nodded. “Like I said, I just need a bit more freedom while I sleep.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. How could I tell him that this changed everything? That the thought of sleeping alone in this big bed terrified me?

A worried woman | Source: Midjourney

A worried woman | Source: Midjourney

As he left the room, basket in hand, a crushing wave of insecurity washed over me. The thought that James might not be able to bear sleeping next to me anymore made my chest tighten with fear.

The weeks that followed were a blur of endless doubts. I’d lie awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering if James regretted staying with me after the accident. Was I too much of a burden? Had he finally reached his breaking point?

Then came the noises at night.

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A woman lying in bed | Source: Midjourney

It started as faint scratches and muffled thumps coming from James’ new room down the hall. At first, I brushed it off as him settling into his new space. But as the sounds grew louder and more frequent, my mind began to race.

What was he doing in there? Was he… packing? Planning his escape? Or worse, was there someone else?

Night after night, the noises tormented me.

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A woman lying awake | Source: Midjourney

I’d strain my ears, trying to make sense of the shuffling and occasional clank of metal. My imagination ran wild, conjuring up scenarios each more heartbreaking than the last.

One day, as I passed the door to his room, I couldn’t resist the temptation anymore. I reached out and grabbed the doorknob. I was going to see for myself what he was getting up to in there.

But the door was locked.

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A doorknob | Source: Pexels

I stared at it in shock. Sleeping in separate rooms was one thing, but now he was locking me out of his bedroom, too. Maybe he had been all along, and I’d never noticed.

A weighty dread settled over my heart. Now, more than ever before, I couldn’t help but feel like I’d lost James for good. He probably felt guilty about leaving me outright so now… now he was torturing me instead.

That night, when he came home from work, I confronted him.

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A determined woman | Source: Midjourney

“You think I want to leave you?” James gaped at me across our dining table. “Why would you think that?”

“The separate rooms…” I glanced down at my plate and pushed some rice around. “I don’t want you to feel burdened by me.”

“I told you, I just want to sleep by myself,” he snapped. “I… you know I’m a restless sleeper. I don’t want to hurt you.”

None of that had ever been a problem before, but I just nodded. How did our relationship erode to the point where he couldn’t even be honest with me anymore?

An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

An emotional woman | Source: Midjourney

That night, the noises were louder than ever. I couldn’t take it anymore. Ignoring the pain shooting through my body, I heaved myself into my wheelchair.

The journey down the hallway was agonizing, but I pressed on, driven by a desperate need to know the truth.

As I approached James’ door, the air seemed to grow colder. The house creaked and groaned around me, as if warning me to turn back. But I couldn’t. Not now.

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A hand reaching out | Source: Pexels

With a trembling hand, I reached for the doorknob. My heart pounded so hard I thought it might burst out of my chest. Slowly, I turned the handle. The door was unlocked this time.

“James?” I called out, pushing the door open.

The sight that greeted me brought tears to my eyes and left me speechless.

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A woman with tears in her eyes | Source: Midjourney

James stood in the center of the room, surrounded by an array of half-finished furniture, paint cans, and tools. He looked up at me, surprise etched across his face, before his expression softened into a sheepish smile.

“You weren’t supposed to see this yet,” he said, running a hand through his hair.

I blinked, trying to make sense of the scene before me. “What… what is all this?”

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A frowning woman | Source: Midjourney

James stepped aside, revealing a small wooden structure behind him. “It’s a lift system,” he explained. “To help you get in and out of bed more easily. I know we’ve been struggling with that for a while now.”

My eyes darted around the room, taking in details I’d missed at first glance. There was a beautifully painted bedside table with drawers at just the right height for me to reach from my chair. Sketches and blueprints covered every available surface.

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A bedside table with drawers | Source: Pexels

“I’ve been working on this for our anniversary,” James admitted, his voice soft and warm. “I know you’ve been frustrated with how hard it’s been to move around the house. I wanted to make things easier for you.”

Tears welled up in my eyes as the full weight of his words hit me. All this time, when I thought he was pulling away, he’d been working tirelessly to make our home more accessible for me.

Then, James walked over to a corner of the room and pulled out a small, beautifully wrapped box.

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A gift | Source: Midjourney

“This is part of it too,” he said, placing it gently in my lap.

With shaking hands, I unwrapped the gift. Inside was a custom-made heating pad for my legs, something I’d been needing for a while now but never got around to buying.

“I wanted to make sure you’re comfortable, even on the worst pain days,” James explained, a shy smile playing on his lips.

I looked up at him, my vision blurred by tears. “But… why the separate rooms? Why all the secrecy?”

James knelt beside my wheelchair, taking my hands in his.

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A man and his wife | Source: Midjourney

“I needed space to work without spoiling the surprise. And honestly, Pam, I was scared I’d let something slip if we were together every night. You know I’m terrible at keeping secrets from you.”

A laugh bubbled up from my chest, surprising us both. It was true; James had never been able to keep a secret from me for long. The thought of him trying so hard to maintain this one was both touching and amusing.

“I’m so sorry that I made you worry,” he continued, his thumb tracing circles on the back of my hand.

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A couple sharing a tender moment | Source: Midjourney

“That was never my intention,” he continued. “I just wanted to do something special for you, to show you how much I love you and that I’m here for the long haul.”

I leaned forward, resting my forehead against his. “Oh, James,” I whispered. “I love you too. So much.”

We stayed like that for a moment, basking in the warmth of our rekindled connection. When I finally pulled back, I couldn’t help but smile at the mess around us.

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A couple | Source: Midjourney

“So, do you need any help finishing up these projects?” I asked.

James grinned, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “I’d love that. We can work on them together, make this place truly ours.”

As we began discussing plans and ideas, I felt a weight lift from my shoulders. The room that had once represented distance and suspicion now stood as a testament to James’ love and dedication.

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A happy couple | Source: Midjourney

Weeks later, on our anniversary, we unveiled the renovations to our bedroom. The lift system was in place, along with the custom furniture James had crafted.

As I watched him carry his things back to our room, setting them on his bedside table, I felt a surge of emotion.

“Welcome back,” I said softly as he climbed into bed beside me.

James pulled me close, kissing the top of my head. “I never left, Pam. And I never will.”

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Items on a nightstand | Source: Midjourney

As we settled in for the night, I realized that our love, like the room around us, had been transformed. What once seemed like a growing distance was actually a love so deep it had found new ways to express itself.

In the end, it wasn’t about sleeping in the same bed or even being in the same room. It was about the lengths we were willing to go to for each other, the sacrifices we’d make, and the love that bound us together through it all.

Here’s another story: Struggling with chronic fatigue, Sarah sets up a camera to record her sleep. She’s shocked to see her husband, Jake, leaving the house in the dead of night. Suspicion and fear grip her as she investigates, leading to a tense confrontation.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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