I have a scar on my forehead about 2/3" in length. I got it when I was four years old, from jumping on my grandmother's sofa and falling headfirst onto her ancient radiator. My mother had heard that they don't use anesthetic in the ER when they stitch you up, so trying to save me from further pain, she cleaned and bandaged my wound herself. The scar is actually an oval depression on the surface of my skin, probably not something you'd notice right away upon meeting me. Through the years I've told the story of its origin to friends when the topic of childhood scars comes up, and the response is either "oh, I never noticed that before, but yeah, I see it now" or "yeah, I noticed that, but who hasn't fallen down when they were little?" Truth is, I don't really mind it. I wouldn't go as far as to say that I LIKE it, but since it's been on my face before I developed a cognizant sense of my own beauty (or lack of), I accept it. I suppose if I had a chance to magically remove it, I'd take it, but this mark on my face is not something I really even think about. In a way, it is me, it is part of who I am.
Sometime in my teens, I was reaching for something on a high shelf when a small piece of something fell and cut my cheek. Of course, I picked the scab and it left a dark mark (almost a square shape, about 1/8" in height/width) which didn't go away for years, until I went to a plastic surgeon and had it burned off with acid. My friend A said to me: "I'm kind of sad to see it go, you wouldn't be the same Nari without it." I was surprised, and contemplated her remark for quite some time after that. But I was happy to be rid of that spot, because it wasn't "me"; I didn't want it to be part of who I am.
Now I have lost enough hair to have what I'd officially call a bald spot on my crown. And I realize I REALLY don't want to be "the bald girl". Being "the girl with the forehead scar" I can accept. Being "the girl with the mark on her cheek" I didn't like, but could smirk off a comment like that. But I can't accept being "the bald girl", "the girl with hair loss", even "the girl always in the hat/wig". Funny, I may not have minded being "the girl who LIKES to wear hats", but that's worlds away from "the girl who NEEDS to wear hats". I am surprised how my feelings have changed so passionately against hats now that I can't really go out without one.
I can't accept this alopecia. It's not me. It's not who I am. Could I just please go back to being "the girl with the spot", or anything but this?
(Hair loss update for today, Day 6 of collecting hair. Not as bad as yesterday, but probably tied with Day 2 for the second-worst day. In despair, I asked the boyfriend if I should cut my hair . Having a ponytail that reaches down to the middle of your back is definitely not as attractive when it's pitifully thin and the top layers of my hair seem to be disappearing rapidly.)
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