days after being called a liar, i understand why it hurt me so bad. i wish i could lie about this situation i'm in. i wish the simple truth was that i wanted to draw attention to myself, and that i could stop at any time. but the truth is still there - i can't grow hair. i don't shave my arms and eyebrows off like i was accused of doing. i wish that i did, because i could stop and they would grow back. but they don't, i have alopecia. this is my fate. unlike theirs, mine doesn't involve hair…

i get up for school. late. awesome. instead of trying anything fancy, i throw on yogas and a hoodie. put on my makeup real fast. and give myself one braid down my back. eat. out the door. great.



in the car i realize that you can see two bald spots with my hair braided. i can't do anything about it either. i just take out my hair and put it in a bun. again. like i have the past month and a half now. i'm really upset this morning, i've got a million things to do and all i can think…

i play tennis, forgot to mention. its the only time when i don't feel like a slob for wearing my hair up and having a thick headband in. no school today, so i didn't have to paint my face on at six am. instead i got to wait until before my tennis match at three. but that's barely anything, i still have eight million more things to do tonight. and when i get back to school tomorrow there's still nine million more things waiting. yippee... i used to dress up, business casual i'd even say. high…

has become extremely difficult. i'm stressed out over everything. i have a lot of pull in my school. as the national honor society president, yearbook editor, and lead & seed (anti drug and alcohol group) president, i always have a lot on my mind. and you know what, dealing with stress and the pressure of being perfect is what i'm best at. i can pull off every single deadline and meet every single requirement for any task. plus more. the only thing that can't handle it... is my hair.…