I've been doing well with handling everything. I haven't had a horrible case of Alopecia in the last 10 years, until now. When I was in 1st grade I lost all of my hair a month after my grandma died. It started to grow back and it was all grown in in a few years, even though I had some hideous hair "cuts" in the meantime. I wore a wig in 1st grade, it couldn't have been more obvious. Needless to say, I hardly remember anything about my childhood. I only remember about 10-15 memories about my entire growing up until late middle school. I think that I have blocked out everything. In 5th grade I then lost all of it again, a month after my other grandma died. (I obviously am a people person and don't manage losses well). Anyways I have had had on and off again spots ever since then but not so horrible that it couldn't be covered by a hat or scarf or something of that sort.
Then this summer I went to Europe to study abroad with my college. It was honestly the best trip ever. Unfortunately, while I was there I didn't take care of myself like I should have. I drank at least a few drinks pretty much every night and I know that that's horrible and not alright, but before then it was maybe a case of going out and drinking twice a month. Anyways, it's hard to not have fun and get carried away occasionally when you're sending your summer in Europe with your closest friends. I will never regret having too much fun that summer, I just regret the circumstances that have come about since. Anyways after the summer my Alopecia started to get worse, I started losing more and more hair. I started also clinging to God more than ever. It seems that whenever I go through difficult stages of my life I go back and forth between clinging to my creator and just being stubborn and wanting to do it on my own. Not wanting to acknowledge that I need His help, just wanting to try and think it through myself, give myself time to come to terms before I start the battle of fighting for my hair, and my health.
Anyways, I am a junior in college, and throughout my life I have gone through every stage of acceptance, awkwardness, and times where I truly felt and knew that I was pretty. I have never found my identity in my looks, but at times when I've been healthy and have had long thick hair, I have been glad and thankful that I am attractive (not trying to sound conceited, I'm truly not, just trying to be honest). But then there's times like now, when in a span of 3 months I went from having thick dark hair to having zero hair... to having hair that's less than 7 cm long. & It's hard. There's no one I know that has it, if there is it's maybe 1 or 2 people that I've heard about through people that I'm not close to. Other than that I've been on my own. I've been on my own figuring out how to handle it. How to deal with it. Nobody understands. I act like everything is alright, I crack jokes about my wig, I named my wig. My wig is beautiful. But I can't help but feel that THEY HAVE NO IDEA. Just because I say I'm okay, and try and act like I have it all together, I by NO MEANS HAVE IT ALL TOGETHER. I can handle the days when I'm not around people I know, when I'm hanging out at the house, or in a different city, I can handle the uncomfortable sometimes hot, sometimes itchy feeling of wearing a wig, but it's days when I have to go to class and have to see my peers and they wonder why all of a sudden I've gone from wearing hats and thick knitted headbands EVERY SINGLE DAY for the last 3 months to wearing headbands for a few weeks, maybe an occasional hat, and then wearing it completely down long hair and everything, long beautiful hair. I can't explain how many times I've heard "Your hair looks different, what'd you do?" "I like your hair, did you highlight it or something, I just can't pinpoint it" and then the most hurtful" OMG! It looks like you're wearing a wig. Or a weave or something. " yeah that was a fun one to deal with. It's not that I dont' want to tell anyone but who wants to honestly tell 200 of their closest peers and acquaintances their entire life story?
There's times where I can deal, there's times when I cannot. I just don't know how I'm going to make it through this phase. It's hard. It's very very hard to wake up in the morning and find yourself downright unattractive, and then after putting on your wig feeling like you're beautiful again, but knowing that underneath it all you're the person you saw that morning in the mirror. The person with the insecurities and the fears that she's a fraud. That she's faking it to everyone, that she's lying to everyone, that she's having to pretend every second of every day that her biggest insecurity is not displayed in front of EVERY SINGLE person she encounters. It's tough. & right now I'm feeling pretty broken.
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