Simon Cowell has experienced multiple health issues as a result of two separate bicycle accidents that occurred over a two-year period.
Simon and the other judges from America’s Got Talent openly acknowledged these instances during their recent appearance on the Today Show. The show’s hosts were Heidi Klum, Howie Mandel, and Terry Crews.
The 64-year-old celebrity experienced the same fate when pedalling about London in early 2022 after falling from his e-bike in Malibu in 2020.
Simon was questioned about how these losses had changed his perspective on life in a promotional piece for the forthcoming 18th season of America’s Got Talent.
When asked how he felt physically before the tragedies, he replied, “wasn’t in the best shape before the mishaps, so they were far from terrific, rather quite terrible.” I didn’t understand how unsuited I truly was until the healing process.
And then he said, “It was a revelation, a true god’ moment!” Simon saw his unwavering zeal for riding and remarked that he believed everything happened for a reason.
He exclaimed, “I’m not giving up on my bike,” much to the delight of his fellow actors. I can’t get enough of these amazing inventions.
Simon was questioned about how these losses had changed his perspective on life in a promotional piece for the forthcoming 18th season of America’s Got Talent.
When asked how he felt physically before the tragedies, he replied, “wasn’t in the best shape before the mishaps, so they were far from terrific, rather quite terrible.” I didn’t understand how unsuited I truly was until the healing process.
And then he said, “It was a revelation, a true god’ moment!” Simon saw his unwavering zeal for riding and remarked that he believed everything happened for a reason.
He exclaimed, “I’m not giving up on my bike,” much to the delight of his fellow actors. I can’t get enough of these amazing inventions.
In an interview with The Sun in April of last year, he discussed dealing with the fallout from his e-bike accident.
He remarked, “I was in such a terrible place when I fractured my back that I considered going to therapy for the first time in my life.”
I was miserable because I couldn’t express how I was feeling to Eric. I wondered when I would be able to resume activities with him, like playing football and taking walks.
Eric was born to Simon and Lauren on February 14, 2014. After his bike accidents, the TV celebrity claimed that his child had come up with a humorous new nickname for him.
In an interview with Entertainment Tonight, the Britain’s Got Talent judge acknowledged that he felt “embarrassed” after watching the episodes at home.
After surgery, Simon’s back is held together by metal rods and screws, but he took comfort in the fact that his kid made a comparison between him and the well-known superhero Iron Man.
Simon recalled with pride, “When I reunited with my family, Eric said, ‘Dad, you look like Iron Man.’” “Yeah, I’m like Iron Man, indeed,” I grinned.Image source: Wikimedia
Since then, Simon has had little trouble laughing off his difficulties and has even downplayed the more serious initial wounds he received while working on the AGT stage in June 2021.
During a demonstration of a kid-friendly Shaolin Kung Fu act, Terry, being the curious one, questioned Simon if he could ever see himself performing such risky acrobatics.
Simon joked back to the pair, “After hurting my back, I got to the point where I would go around the garden with Eric, believing it was a fantastic accomplishment. Nonetheless, I couldn’t stop myself from doing it without thinking, “Maybe not such a great idea!”
Simon’s path of fortitude and reflection serves as evidence of the unbreakable determination that propels him ahead.
Despite the difficulties caused by the bicycle accidents, he keeps up his excitement for cycling and for life in general, while still finding humour in his misadventures.
Simon joked back to the pair, “After hurting my back, I got to the point where I would go around the garden with Eric, believing it was a fantastic accomplishment. Nonetheless, I couldn’t stop myself from doing it without thinking, “Maybe not such a great idea!”
Simon’s path of fortitude and reflection serves as evidence of the unbreakable determination that propels him ahead.
Despite the difficulties caused by the bicycle accidents, he keeps up his excitement for cycling and for life in general, while still finding humour in his misadventures.
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My Fiancé Dumped Me After My Hair Started Falling out — Years Later, I Accidentally ‘Stole’ His Wedding
After losing my baby, I also lost my hair — and then my fiancé. He dumped me with the cruel words, “You’re not the person I fell in love with.” Three months later, he was dating my sister. A year after we split, I walked into their wedding and everyone gasped when they saw my transformation.
I used to believe that true love meant finding your perfect match and living happily ever after. Looking back now, I realize how naïve I was, but that’s the thing about love: it makes you believe in fairy tales.
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“Are you sure about this?” Brian asked, his hand resting on my still-flat stomach.
We were lying in bed, basking in the glow of his proposal just hours before. The ring felt heavy on my finger, but my heart was light. The diamond caught the morning sunlight, sending tiny rainbows dancing across our bedroom walls.
“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whispered back, threading my fingers through his. “We’re going to be a family.”
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I remember how his eyes lit up, how he kissed my forehead and promised we’d be the best parents ever.
“I already started looking at baby furniture online,” he admitted sheepishly. “I know it’s early, but I couldn’t help myself.”
“You did?” I laughed, snuggling closer. “Show me!”
But fate can be cruel. Two weeks later, I sat in a sterile hospital room, clutching Brian’s hand as the doctor delivered the news that would shatter our perfect beginning.
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The baby was gone. The words hung in the air like poison, seeping into every corner of our world.
“These things happen sometimes,” the doctor said gently. “It’s nobody’s fault. You can try again when you’re ready.”
But it felt like my fault, and the grief was killing me. That’s when I started losing my hair. Every morning, I’d wake up to find more strands of hair on my pillow, in my brush, circling the shower drain.
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At first, it was just a little more than usual, then clumps, then whole patches. I stopped looking in mirrors because I couldn’t stand the stranger staring back at me.
Brian pretended everything was okay, but noticed the way his eyes would skip over my thinning spots, and the way his touch became hesitant, almost clinical.
One evening, he asked me to sit down at our kitchen table. The same table where we’d planned our wedding just months before, choosing color schemes and debating flower arrangements.
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“I can’t do this anymore,” he said, his voice flat. “You’re not the person I fell in love with. You’ve changed.”
I gripped the edge of the table so hard my knuckles turned white. “Changed? Of course I’ve changed. We lost our baby.”
“It’s more than that.” He wouldn’t meet my eyes. “I’m calling off the wedding.”
“So you’re just giving up? After everything we’ve been through?” My voice cracked. “After all our plans, our dreams?”
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“I’m sorry,” he said, but his voice held no real emotion. “I think it’s best if I move out this weekend.”
“Don’t do this, Brian,” I pleaded. “We can work through this together. We can get counseling, take some time…”
“I’ve made up my mind,” he cut me off. “I’ll come by Saturday to get my things.”
I spent the next few months in a fog, barely leaving my apartment except for work.
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The hair loss continued, and I started wearing scarves to hide the worst of it. My friends tried to help, but their pity was almost worse than being alone.
Then came the day my mother called, her voice tight with tension. “Honey, there’s something you need to know. It’s about Brian… and Sarah.”
“Sarah?” I repeated, confused. “What about them?”
“They’re… seeing each other. Your sister and Brian. They’ve been dating for a few weeks now.”
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My sister. My own sister was dating my ex-fiancé! The betrayal sent me into a tailspin, and the remaining patches of my hair fell out completely.
It was all too much to bear. I finally went to see a doctor about my hair loss. I’d thought it would go away as suddenly as it had started, but the doctor soon shattered my hopes.
“You have Alopecia Areata, an autoimmune condition triggered by severe stress,” she said. “While we can try various treatments, there’s no guaranteed cure. But many people learn to manage it successfully.”
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A year passed. I thought I’d hit rock bottom, but then the wedding invitation arrived. Cream-colored paper with gold embossing announced the upcoming nuptials of Brian and Sarah.
“You don’t have to go,” my best friend Rachel insisted over coffee. “No one would blame you for staying home.”
“I know,” I said, tracing the elaborate calligraphy with my finger. “But I need to face this.”
That invitation changed something in me.
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Instead of crumpling under the weight of it all, I felt a spark of defiance. I started seeing a therapist, Dr. Martinez. It wasn’t easy to face my demons, but she helped me understand that my worth wasn’t tied to my hair or to Brian’s rejection.
“What would you do if you weren’t afraid?” she asked me one session.
The answer came surprisingly easily. “Travel. Dance. Live.”
“So what’s stopping you?”
“Nothing.” The realization hit me like a train. “Nothing at all.”
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So I joined a dance studio. I was self-conscious those first few lessons, but I soon settled in and started enjoying myself. I also booked that trip to Bali I’d always dreamed about. That’s where I met Anthony.
I was walking along the beach at sunset, feeling the warm sand between my toes, when I heard the click of a camera. I turned to find a man with kind eyes and an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry,” he said, lowering his professional-grade camera. “The light was perfect, and you looked so peaceful. I can delete the photos if you’d like.”
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“No, I’d like to see them,” I surprised myself by saying. Something about his gentle manner put me at ease.
When he showed me the images on his camera’s display, I gasped. The woman in the photos was bald, yes, but she was also beautiful, serene, powerful. She looked like a warrior goddess emerging from the sea.
“Wow,” I breathed. “I can’t believe that’s me.”
“You have an amazing presence,” he said softly. “The camera loves you.”
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“I haven’t felt beautiful in a long time,” I admitted.
“But you’re gorgeous!” He exclaimed. Then he blushed. “I’m sorry, we don’t even know each other and here I am, babbling like a fool. Let me start over. I’m Anthony.” He extended his hand. “Would you like to get coffee and talk about photography?”
Coffee turned into dinner, dinner into days spent exploring the island together. Anthony saw me in a way no one else had before.
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“You never asked about my hair,” I said one evening as we walked along the shore.
“Because it’s not what makes you you,” he replied simply. “Your strength, your smile, your heart, those are what matter.”
I’d made enough progress in therapy to know he was right, but hearing him say it… that was the moment I truly started to feel confident about who I was again.
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Months later, I stood outside the wedding venue, smoothing down my red dress. Anthony squeezed my hand.
“Ready?” he asked, his eyes full of pride.
“Ready.”
We walked into the reception hall together, my bald head held high. I was transformed from the woman I used to be to an Alopecia warrior, facing my biggest battle yet. The room fell silent, conversations dropping away like stones into still water.
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Then, remarkably, people began to stand. The applause started slowly but built into a thunderous ovation.
Throughout the evening, guests kept approaching our table. “You’re so brave,” they’d say, or “You’re an inspiration.”
I caught glimpses of Sarah’s tight smile and Brian’s uncomfortable shifting, but they couldn’t touch me anymore.
“You okay?” Anthony whispered during a slow dance.
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I looked up at him, feeling the strength of his arms around me, the warmth of his love. “More than okay. I’m free.”
Now, as I plan my own beach wedding with Anthony, I sometimes think about the woman I used to be. She thought losing her hair meant losing everything, but really, it was just the beginning of finding herself.
“What are you thinking about?” Anthony asks me now, as we sit on our balcony watching the sunset.
He’s editing photos from his latest gallery show: a series featuring women with alopecia, inspired by our story.
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I touch my smooth scalp, something I do proudly these days. “Just thinking about how sometimes you have to lose everything to find what you’re really meant to have.”
“Getting cold feet?” he teases gently.
“Never,” I laugh. “You’re stuck with me now.”
He smiles and takes my hand. “Ready to be my bride?”
“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,” I reply, and this time, I know it’s true.
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I think about our upcoming ceremony, and how different it feels from my planning with Brian. This isn’t about creating a perfect day, it’s about celebrating our perfectly imperfect love story.
These days, I work as a model and speak at conferences about alopecia awareness, and Anthony’s photos of me have been featured in magazines promoting body positivity.
But more importantly, I’ve learned that true beauty isn’t about perfect hair or perfect relationships. It’s about being perfectly, authentically yourself.
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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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