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The Reflection Of Living With Alopecia Aerate

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I could feel warm and soothing water streaming upon my face; I was in full relaxation. Then I ran my hands through the top my head. I raised my hands closer to where I could see them; under my fingernails and intertwined in my fingers was . . . my hair. I brushed my scalp with my fingertips until I came upon a smooth surface the size of a lime. My breathing increased along with my heart beat. I immediately got out, strangled a hand held mirror, and through the reflection of the reflection I saw my first patch. It was now part of me Self identity was something lost during for a period in my life during my freshman year. I saw myself as no one. Two days after the event I just mentioned, I was diagnosed with Alopecia Aerate. Alopecia is an incurable disease in where the victim’s autoimmune system attacks their hair follicles by mistaking them as enemies/intruders. Your eyebrows, your eyelashes, and every other strand of hair are potential targets. Speculations say that severe stress is a possible explanation for the disease’s emergence; my life was drowning in it before my diagnostic. The questions were nails scrapped over chalkboard.--Why did everyone care about my hair? The whispers were like having voices in my head. Truth be told I use to curl up and cry at night, because I didn't even answers the questions I was asked. I did absolutely anything to hide my bald spots; at school, took shortcuts to avoid people, stopped going to lunch, sat in the back of

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