It amazes me how many people share their stories and triumphs about their alopecia. I recently found another one that I think the community would benefit from.
By Lennox Bishop
...Fast forward to a few weeks after I decided to shave off what remained of my hair—surrounded by friends and with many tears—my eyebrows began to fall out as well. This was a breaking point for me. Losing my eyebrows caused me to mourn in a new way because I felt the loss of the face I had known most of my life. According to American beauty standards, eyebrows are incredibly important, and I was not ready to let them go. I began drawing on my eyebrows, every day, with makeup. I would not allow anyone to see me without my eyebrows drawn on. Once I began college, I would run from the community bathroom to my dorm room after I showered, in an effort to minimize the number of people who saw my bare face.
"LOSING MY EYEBROWS CAUSED ME TO MOURN
IN A NEW WAY BECAUSE I FELT THE LOSS
OF THE FACE I HAD KNOWN MOST OF MY LIFE."
The turning point for me came after spending almost two years feeling masked and alone, tired of hiding my face from others. I was in Nicaragua, interning for the summer, and each morning, with tears, I would draw on “my face” with difficulty through the sweat brought on by the humidity and the sun. I felt trapped by beauty standards I knew were false and damaging. I felt trapped by my fear and my alienation from my own face.
With support from close friends who knew of my struggle, and with many prayers and contemplation, I went without a drop of makeup the day I left Nicaragua to come back to Seattle. I walked through the airport and felt people stare in a new way, and while it was scary, I realized that I had the strength within me to look those people in the eye and allow them to truly see me. From that day onward, I have never gone back to wearing eyebrows. I learned that my life as a bald woman gives me a unique relationship with makeup, and while I do not see it as a problem for those who choose to draw on their eyebrows, I have found great triumph in liberating myself from where I was hiding. I must love my face, first and foremost, because self-acceptance and love are what give us proper tools to fight the damaging beauty standards that plague our world and society.
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By: Lennox Bishop