Growning up with Alopecia was not easy for me or my family. I used to sit on the end of my grandmother's bed and cry to her because I was afraid that my baldspots would progress from the size of quarters to cover my whole head. I was given the response many times over that my hair would grow back and that I shouldn't be crying. At fouteen my older brother cried as he cut what little hair was left off of my head as I clutched my stuffed cat Mystery with silent tears sliding down my face. Some… Continue