My story… alopecia areata
I figured the best way to really start out this very simple weblog was to share my own story. I was diagnosed at the age of three or four with alopecia areata. By kindergarten, I was wearing a wig (picture included) because my mother wanted me to “fit in” with the other kids… Let’s be real… look at the picture… it was OBVIOUSLY a wig! I had no eyebrows, very little eyelashes, and virtually no hair on my head to speak of. My school years were spent with and without hair. My schoolmates never knew exactly why and sometimes they would make up stories like I had leukemia or a horrible freak accident with a fan (that was always my favorite).
By my senior year in high school, this is what I looked like… the best hair EVER! But to be honest, I still wasn’t a very happy person. I still felt as though my HAIR was what made me a person…
Fast forward almost twenty years (oh my, am I really that old?) and I have lost and regrown my hair more times than I care to count. But I’ve finally come to a place where my hair isn’t ME… It isn’t what makes ME a person… a woman… My one true wish for women like me is that you realize that no matter the reason for losing your hair… you CAN be feminine, you CAN be a vital part to society, you CAN be successful… with or without hair…
