I’ve got Alopecia. It’s been with me since Pre-k and I expect it will accompany me through the rest of my life.
I’ve been bald
I’ve been patchy
(I painted those dragons in the background)
(That last one was when I got a henna tattoo, but it was very badly done, just take note of the irregular hair pattern)
And I’ve appeared “normal”
(I also painted the dragon on that parasol)
I’ve been asked “Who went at you with a weed-eater?”
I’ve worn wigs.
I’ve been asked if I have cancer.
I’ve been stared at endlessly.
I’ve been devastated that I’ll never be able to dye my hair or style it however I want (which mostly involves long braids and lots of flowers).
I’ve tried all sorts of weird experiments to get my hair back.
And I haven’t had a full head of hair since fourth grade.
But you know what? I never once gave up. Even when I wasn’t comfortable in my own skin, I didn’t sit down and cry. I always thought of something good my Alopecia gave me- like that I’ve still never shaved my legs and that I’ve always been allowed to wear hats to school.
When my hair fell, my spirits did not. When my scalp shone, so did my smile. And eventually, I became 100% comfortable with my own skin. I know I’m beautiful and I will never let my hair tell me otherwise.
So, thank you, Alopecia, my oldest friend. I wouldn’t take the cure for you even if they found one. I don’t know what I would do without you.
And too all else out there with painful trials in life- male, female; alopecia or acne; interior or exterior…. I hope this gives you the example you need to keep your head up.
As I have always said…
Stay strong, and smile always.