Children with Alopecia Areata Inspire Me

Hi Girls,

I wanted to share and hopefully inspire those whose journey with hairloss is particularly difficult at this time. Food for thought.

Children with alopecia have been my biggest inspiration. They have it so much tougher than we adults. Some are teased or bullied. They have their hats or wig pulled off & tossed. Yet they remain so strong & determined. Their parents and families are right behind them supporting them in every way possible & letting them know how very loved they are hair or not. It's such a postive experience for me & others my age who did not have such support some 40 years ago.

They will not grow up as we did in shame and fear hiding away. Traumatic enough to lose hair as a child but to have the added stress of discovery just added to our burden.

I hope that when any of you are having a particularly bad day with your own loss you will think of the children and those thoughts will inspire you as they have me.

A poem by Brianna age 10

I have alopecia areata and it is not cancer.
When I found out I was healthy
it was the happiest answer.

I cried at first , knowing that I would have no hair.
Shortly after Christmas by head was completely bare.
No matter what I do, no matter what I say,
my hair might never grow back, all I can do is pray.

I know I look different to many of you,
But thank god for my friends,
they know just what to do.

I am just like you. your average preteen.
I like to have fun and check out the scene.
I may not have hair, but that is ok.
I am true to my friends every day.

Hair doesn't matter, it's the person inside,
I am me, there is no longer a need to hide.


Alopecia Areata by Rikki age 10

One morning waking up in my bed
To find that there was something not on my head

My hair was falling out, I was so appalled

I ran downstairs to tell my dad
He looked suprised and kind of sad

My dad brought me to the doctors quick
The doctor told me it might not be able to be fixed

I was happy to know it was not serious
Even though I was still a little delirious

We met a nice woman who had it too
She said "I could make a wig for you"

I lit up with joy and bliss
I wanted to give her a big giant kiss!

Now I'm happy to know that this is me
This is who I am and who I want to be


Such wisdom & strength at ten years of age.

Hugs, Joann