I grew up being ridiculed for being one of the few white kids in my neighborhood, and when I moved to Wisconsin I fit in by color standards but stood out because my alopecia had finally taken complete control and took away the hair that made me so special. For most of my life despite the random spots I was always told that I had the most beautiful hair because it was thick, curly, and red. When I moved to what I now consider home I felt like I had lost myself. I started freshman year in a… Continue