First-Day Jitters

Oh man. It’s the first day of school. You’re nervous about another school year. And holy cow, it’s that cute boy from your math class that you still have to work up to courage to talk to. You aren’t in a group, which is a BIG problem. How do you cope with social weirdness?

Find Other Loners

Chances are, others are feeling lonely and awkward. Help them out by just going up to them and saying hi. You might hit it off!

Jump into Groups

If you overhear a group talking about something you like, talk to them.

Forget About Baldness

As alopecian Shelby Ortiz said,

”Hair is an accessory, not a neccessity .”

Just act normal. I mean seriously, you are practically normal. See my post What Sets Me Apart for more insight on that topic.

Be Yourself!

Let nothing stop you from being you. Remember, you are a unicorn in a sea of horses. Embrace the horn!

Even if school’s already started, just retain these facts. Maybe you can rehash it next year!

Universe-al Mantras

When shunned by others, alopecians can feel alone in the universe. Just remember these:

If astronauts can do it, so can you.

The classic ”I can do it” saying with an intergalactic twist.

You’re a tiny speck in the universe–but everyone else is too.

Never forget that even if you’re bald, it doesn’t affect your substantialness.

Stars died to make you.

It’s true; supernovae provided the materials to make our Sun, Earth, and fellow bald observers.

You are born from a nebula. Go ahead and shine as bright as one.

Simple. You can be awesome.

Disorientation is always on the ISS.

If you feel out of whack, just remember that astronauts feel this harder.

An asteroid created the Moon.

Good things can sprout from the bad.

You are an astronaut on spaceship Earth.

Anyone can reach for the stars.

Different

We are so different

But so alike

Everything isn’t

That hard to dislike

But we push forward

We can strive

Our boats float shoreward

Towards good life

This determination

Is our prime defense

Against discrimination

And offense.

Let the bad words bounce off you

And soak the good ones in

You cannot let the bullying get to

Your feelings kept within

Alopecia is a blessing

It cannot be called a curse

Some just can’t help expressing

How they dislike the diverse.

But we are strong, no dismiss

And we can overcome no less

Then climbing out of the abyss

Of hard, cold, pressing aggress.

Don’t be afraid to look,

To see how you can achieve

The respect which many can

What sets me apart?

Are alopecians really that different from the rest of the world?

What sets me apart?

That’s what I want to know.

What sets me apart?

On the inside, nothing goes.

I run and bike and play,

Just like any other kid.

Go to school all weekdays,

And sleep all night in bed.

But it all stops from the neck up,

From my chin up to the top.

For there is nothing, even right closeup,

Not any flouncy crop.

That’s all that sets me apart.

Just that one little thing.

Yet small children, when they see me, start.

They don’t realize that it stings.

Alopecia areata is not a bad affair

And I don’t want a cure.

But some people just don’t care

And make me feel like some dull ore.

Some people think I’m cancerous

And ask about my treatments.

But alopecia is quite harmless

And that sparks disagreements.

I think that people should be nice

And think not that we are bad.

For insults cause much thin ice

And compliments are better had.

The world seems to not realize

That we are rising stars.

They try not to idealize

The novel and the bizarre.

But we are not too different, you see,

Apart from strands of hair.

Since underneath we can agree

We are all uniform there.