history classssss.

in third grade, i got 3 bald spots on the top of my head. nobody knew what it was, so we went to my regular pediatric doctor about it. they didn't know either so they sent me to a dermatologist. they did some tests, and told us it was alopecia areata. i didn't think much of it then, i was a third grader that absolutely loved everything in my life. i had no understanding of the emotional pain i was about to endure in a couple of years. i ended up getting steroid shots in those bald spots for a treatment to try to make my hair come back. i guess it worked it because it came back, and all was all. however, the summer before my fifth grade year of school, my hair started falling out again. by the end of the summer, i had lost about 85% of my hair. i was devastated. i had to wear a wig. a wig. i was 10 years old. 10 YEARS OLD.  i went back to school. so many questions. so many of "is that a wig?!". so many tears. only a couple of my close friends and teachers knew about it. the rest of the school was nice enough to make rude comments, they really werent afraid to say anything. i give them props for it, how about a round of applause?