By Mary Ann Jensen
For the past six years, I have battled trichotillomania (trich): a condition where I pull out my eyelashes as a coping mechanism for stress. My trich has brought me shame, heartache, and distress — but like a caterpillar shedding its cocoon, I’ve undergone my own metamorphosis. Through the years, I’ve learned to accept my trich as part of who I am. I’ve learned to see that my bald spots are beautiful, and growth — both mental and physical — is always possible. This realization has helped me to BLOOM.
