I have developed Alopecia Universalis.  I am the 1 in 1 of  200,000 people with this condition.  But I don't feel special, unique, or one of a kind right now.

I want to be the little girl I once was with fluttering, long, dark eye lashes that framed my pretty eyes.  The girl with the brown plaited side pony.

Why me?  I ask myself that now and feel a sense of guilt perhaps.  Guilt or lack of gratitude for the fact that at least I am not sick and if I am not dying and not in…