The older I get, the more it bothers me. I hold it all in. I wear hats and hoodies while I work as a bartender and manager of the bar I work at. As each day progresses I find the beauty within myself as I see others focus on my hat. When will the day come where I am free from these chains that I've put on myself? I limit my work aspirations - because I live in fear of being ridiculed and stared at for all the wrong reasons. As a kid I was loud, boisterous. As an adult I'm hiding more and more. I just want the confidence and freedom to be myself. When I talk to someone I want them to look at my eyes, not my mottled, bald head. I'm frustrated...limited...ashamed...ugh.