It's been over 2 years since I've wrote my first and only blog on this site. It's also now on very rare occasions, that I'm actually active on this site. But right now, I didn't know where else to go. This month marks 15 years. 15 years ago, at age 12 I lost my hair for the first time. 7 years ago, this month, I noticed my hair falling out again after having had my own hair for a little over 2 years. Here I am 5 days from my 27th birthday and I can't seem to do anything but cry. I cry over my hair, which I just feel stupid about, because it's been so long since I've been this emotional about it. I cry over the fact that I'm alone. or rather I feel completely and utterly alone these days. I feel like I could just keep going on and on about everything that is bothering, but there is one major problem that I have that is causing the rest of life to just kinda suck at the moment.
When the world looks at me, according to my friends, they see someone who is 5'2", 110 lbs, and with a body most women would die for. I look in the mirror and see someone who is fat, ugly, disgusting, just a horrible person that shouldn't be allowed out of the house. I work parttime at a great clothing store and have a closet full of clothes that in the last 2 weeks I have wanted to do nothing more than throw them away because I hate the way they look on me, though my roommate, who is also my best friend, says they are cute and look amazing. I bust my ass in the gym hoping to tone up or lose weight, because that's all i have and it's the one thing I know I can control and determine how I look. My best friend also went and started this whole weightloss plan, laser treatment that she is super excited about because in 2 weeks she's seen so much improvement. I can't help but be exteremly jealous inside, because while she gets to change what she hates most about herself, I can't. I just don't feel good about myself and honestly have no idea the last time i did, though i put up a good front when I am forced to pose for pictures by my friends, because if it was up to me, there would be no existing photographs. I don't want to feel this way. I don't want to feel ugly every day of my life when I wake up. I want to be able to feel good about myself, I want to show people that I feel good about myself. I want to have that confidence everyone swears I have, but I know it's a lie. I would love to have that confidence and actually meet someone so I'm no longer "the single girl" in my group of all married friends. But for some reason I can't escape my perception of myself. I can't look in the mirror and see what apparently everyone else sees. Hell, if it wasn't because I don't want to let my friends down, I'd only leave the house to go to work and leave it at that. I just wish I could walk out of the house with my head held high and not staring at the ground for the fear that everyone will know my secret.
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