Imagine putting your hair into a ponytail and the hair falling out as you are brushing it up. Some of the hair is coming out in clumps, some of the hairs coming out strand by strand. It's just falling out of your control. This was me entering my senior year of high school. As my hair was falling, so were the tears straight down my face. I was confused, sad, upset, and angry all at once. My mom had no answer to what was going on; she couldn't do anything, she was lost. She couldn't help her little girl and this was a tough pill for her to swallow. She fought back tears trying to be strong for her baby girl, but she was dying on the inside. We set up doctor appointments, and I was diagnosed with a fungus (so gross, I know). I began treatments for this fungus, yet still my hair was falling out rapidly.

Spring break was approaching, and so was the baldness I would soon experience. In March of 2013, I purchased my very first wig; I could not continue to hide this secret. Between the bald patches and the lack of confidence, it was all becoming a lot. This was just the beginning.