Losing Hair, Gaining Confidence
Life's challenges have been a bit different for me.
My father reassures me that even though he expected a son, I bring him the best of both worlds: the best boy haircut and the best daughter in the world!
My first "real" boyfriend in the sixth grade broke up with me because he thought my hair — or lack thereof — was embarrassing. Five scholarship pageant titles later I showed him that the short style was "in style"!
I proved many people wrong by winning the pageants I competed in, since most people think of beauty pageants as being only for long-blond-haired, blue-eyed girls. Confidence and talent helped me to compete, and confidence and talent allowed me to win.
Finding Answers — and True Friends
After I woke up with the bald patch on my head when I was 10, it took a while to find out what was wrong. At first I was told that I pulled my hair back in ponytails that were too tight or that I was getting too much sun on my head. Then I was told I was reacting poorly to different shampoos. Every doctor had a different idea, yet none had a cure.
Finally, when I was almost 12, I was diagnosed with alopecia areata. Doctors believe alopecia areata is an autoimmune disease in which the hair follicles are damaged by a person's own immune system. In autoimmune diseases, the immune system mistakenly attacks healthy cells, tissues, and organs in a person's body, although the person usually has no problems inside the body.
Although I was relieved to know exactly what it was, I was disappointed to hear there was no cure. Strand by strand the bald patches on my head grew wider. I moved my part to the side and eventually was given permission to wear bandanas in school.
Each doctor recommended the same thing — to try out the steroid creams and the injections, which I did, or to shave the remaining hair and apply for a Locks of Love wig. As tempting as that may sound to a balding teen whose friends are busy getting perms or highlights, I knew that I was beautiful just as I was. No matter what anyone said or thought, I knew that as long as I believed in myself and had the support of my family and friends I was perfectly fine.
Quickly I learned who my true friends were. Some girls were embarrassed to be around me, others were amazed at how little the hair loss bothered me. When I meet someone new I am sure to avoid any discomfort on their part by letting them casually know that I am not dying but my hair simply dislikes me. I always get a good laugh!