Shades are Shields
Sometimes I feel likes the baddest bitch, the hottest thing to walk this earth! Other times I need a hat and shades just to go to the corner shop. Why? Because I am way too lazy to paint my face every time the caffeine gremlin slurps on my shoulder for more, that and crippling insecurities about my looks! I wish I could say that my insecurity stems from my alopecia but that actually isn't the truth. I do miss my hair a lot, but the insecurity was there long before any hair loss. I always thought my hair wasn't good enough, always thought my face had too many imperfections and if it wasn't that I'd find something else to pick on myself for! In reality I'm just a normal person. For a few years I have had this impossible obsession with feeling perfect about myself, a type of self love that is unattainable. Rejecting all the parts of me that was unhappy with the way I looked. This is how toxic positivity creeps in and overtakes you. I went from self loathing to self ...