feeling the air blow not through your hair, but around your head is a peculiar feeling. not one, for the other weary 17 year old girls. alopecia is a slap in the face that indeed is a WIG moment. it leaves you hairless, and confused.
I lost my hair throughout the third year of high school, making me a spectacle for my high school class. being called things like a “cancer patient” or “sick” weren’t things I took lightly, yet were also things I didn’t know how to combat. When I began to lose my hair in patches, I started to feel extremely self-conscious. rightfully so. It didn’t fall out in shapes of continents or in little hearts like a rad body move, NO it fell out in shitty little blobs. so, like the little girl I was, I tried to rock backwards hats like the frat boy I WAS NOT for a month or so. but despite my efforts, these blobs peaked out of my frat hat and caused questions to arouse from people in my classes. once it started to fall out more and more, I made a choice, one I will be proud of for as long as I live. I shaved all of those hairs holding on for dear life right off my scalp. it was freeing, really.
All around it wasn’t an extremely fun time, BUTTT it taught me a very valuable lesson.
own that shit. fr. why go around allowing others to belittle you, own your struggles. they chose you, so choose them right back. walk around with a gleaming-shiny head and don’t give a fuck. prove to yourself you are stronger than you first believed and walk hand in hand with what you once let control you and identify you. and don’t let it have that power any more.
who cares if you are bald? you are conquering more by simply walking out in public, than someone is who takes two hours to perfect their Goldilocks curls. you aren’t hiding behind your attempts to look perfect, you are accepting it’s more than okay to be the opposite. being imperfect is rewarding. you are defying society’s attempts to make you feel ‘inferior’ or ‘broken’ and showing them you are indeed more than how you seem.
YOU EMBRACE THE SUCK.
alopecia could have easily made me it’s bitch. but like any life struggle, it only held power as long as I let it do so. fight life’s attempts to make you feel smaller than you are. you are a 7 foot basketball payer who can dunk by simply standing on their tippy-toes. you aren’t the 4 foot person you think who has to jump into that bar stool.
don’t let life have the upper hand, it’s YOUR life, you own it.
