By Linsey Painter
I’m thirty-five years old and I’ve had alopecia in its various forms all of my life. Yet these past two years have been the healthiest I’ve ever experienced with alopecia.
My idea of healthy alopecia has to do with my whole being.
Healthy on the Outside
When people see me with a scarf on my head—or just my bald head—most immediately jump to the conclusion that I am sick. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.
So when I’m doing the Red Arrow walk in Cairns or bike riding with my two boys to school I often get surprised looks.
Exercising can be hot, sweaty business and taking off my cap is the fastest way for me to cool down. I’ve found that while I’m chugging up the steep path and stairs on the Red Arrow with my cap on people usually ignore me, they’re in their own little world of music and breathing, and let’s face it, just trying to make it to the top without falling over.
When I take my cap off all of a sudden I see people’s heads lift and faces break into a smile.
People say, “Hey.”
And suddenly there is a connection.
It makes me feel good to know that people see me as a healthy individual. I don’t have hair and yet I’m obviously not sick either.