Wow. Where do I begin...
First off I'm glad I found your Facebook page. I wasn't looking for it.. but it showed up in my news feed and as they say "the rest is history. "
I've always had fine, thin hair. Deep down inside I knew one day I'd have no hair. That's scary when you're a kid.
I remember putting my hair in a pony tail and using baby rubber bands. Tears would well up in my eyes. I was living in hell. All around me there was beautiful hair. Thick, long, beautiful hair... hair so thick you couldn't see the scalp. Of course I had questions. Like, why was this happening to me? And so on.
I tried everything. Every shampoo on the market. All to no avail.
Eventually, I found out that I was diabetic. My doctor said my hair loss was a result of my diabetes being untreated for most of my adult life.
It took every ounce of strength I had to wear wigs. Once I got use to that, I loved it. People would ask me: "Oh your hair is so beautiful. Who does (or colors) your hair?"
I was always surprised when someone complemented me on my hair. I never got use to that. I would lie and say my niece in Nashville does my hair. (I have no niece in Nashville. )
Even with wigs I kept holding on to the few strands of hair I had left. It was depressing and sad.
I would be jealous of the girls with the long hair who would put their hair up in a ponytail. I wanted my hair in a ponytail.
Then one day I told my best friend to come to my house and bring her boyfriends clippers.
Just like that I was bald.
I can't describe the mixture of emotions I had. But I never once said to the woman staring back in the mirror that she was ugly. I never once told the woman in the mirror she was hideous. I told that woman in the mirror she was beautiful and to get over it. It is what it is.
It's a big step to do this. It's not that I'm ashamed. I'm just a private person. But I'm tired of explaining myself as to why I wear wigs. I'm tired of living that lie. If one can't accept who I am... Their loss not mine.