A girl stares into her bathroom mirror and doesn't recognize the face she sees. Putting up her hood she hopes that the covering will bring back some form of recognition. Next she tries a hat followed by jewelry, make-up, a scarf. Nothing she places in the reflection can help her to give the girl in the mirror a name. Who is this girl? When did she lose the ability to recognize herself? Is that girl in the mirror really her? She watched tears slowly run the the cheeks of that girl, the one in…

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Sometimes I feel like a fake. I try to present myself to other people as someone who is strong and in control of the situation. I see hundreds of people each day who I know has their own struggles to deal with and sometimes I forget my own. I do not realize that my spots might be showing or that someone could be staring. I come onto this site and I look at all the pictures and think to myself that everyone is so beautiful. I saw a girl with Alopecia and I cried at her beauty and strength.…

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I am super excited! I started treatment for my Alopecia about a week ago. There isn't a gaurntee that it will work but just thinking about having braids again makes me so happy I have tears in my eyes. There are many friends that tell me they like what I look like without my hair but I I had thick red curls and looked like I was actually my grandmothers child because she has the same red hair. The shots are somewhat bothersome but I hope in the end it is worth it.



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I have been in several realtinships since my alopecia took all my hair. I was always worried that no one would love me because of how I looked. Many of the relationships I was in left me feeling less than confident. No man ever really made me feel beautiful. For the longest time I thought that my alopecia would stop me from finding true love, a man I could stay with and who would make me feel beautiful when he looked at me. My mother was in the hospital and her nurse has alopecia. I never met… Continue

Growning up with Alopecia was not easy for me or my family. I used to sit on the end of my grandmother's bed and cry to her because I was afraid that my baldspots would progress from the size of quarters to cover my whole head. I was given the response many times over that my hair would grow back and that I shouldn't be crying. At fouteen my older brother cried as he cut what little hair was left off of my head as I clutched my stuffed cat Mystery with silent tears sliding down my face. Some… Continue

I grew up being ridiculed for being one of the few white kids in my neighborhood, and when I moved to Wisconsin I fit in by color standards but stood out because my alopecia had finally taken complete control and took away the hair that made me so special. For most of my life despite the random spots I was always told that I had the most beautiful hair because it was thick, curly, and red. When I moved to what I now consider home I felt like I had lost myself. I started freshman year in a… Continue