"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder." In many cultures a woman's hair is defined her beauty. I totally get this because I had beautiful, thick hair. This did not change right away. It started with a bald spot. I was getting a regular hair cut and the hair stylist noticed that I had a bald spot. My mother, diligent and would do anything for her children, immediately made an appointment with a dermatologist. I found out that I had something called Alopecia Areata. An autoimmune disease with no cause or cure. At the time, all I needed was a little topical cream and my hair grew back. My hair started falling out in larger chunks and the treatment advanced to shots in my head. This too allowed hair growth. This kept on going on for about 10 years until all of my hair fell out. I began wearing hair pieces and informing others about Alopecia. Usually, I get a blank stare, but when I start talking about it I get very supportive comments. Now, I can walk around my house without my hair piece and one day I will be able to walk in public without it.
I have adjusted so well to not having hair-my Alopecia advanced to Universalis-because I have experienced tragedy, which allowed me to appreciate life and to appreciate every thing. I do not worry about not having hair because it can be much worse. Although it bothers me when others complain they need to lose 5 pounds, need laser hair removal or some other superficial nonsense, I understand that this is what is important to them.
I am writing this blog because it did take me a few years to accept my Alopecia and I am so inspired by others who live with it out in the open.
