Rethinking What I Value Most About Myself

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by Kristiana Page |

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When I was diagnosed with lupus, I hadn’t cut my hair for more than five years. It had grown so long that I almost could sit on it, and it was one of the things I truly loved most about my appearance. But six months into treatment, I could only watch in dismay as my beloved lengths started to fall out by the fistful.

My hair was one of the many casualties I lost to lupus, and while it filled me with hatred at the time, in the long run it was crucial in forcing me to reevaluate what I value most about myself.

I have to admit there’s a part of me that used to be rather vain. While I still would consider myself to possess a small amount of vanity, losing almost all aspects of my appearance to medication made me realize just how trivial it is to place such heavy emphasis on my appearance.

In the past 18 months since I was diagnosed, I’ve watched my body change countless times. When my face puffed up, leaving my usually slim face unrecognizable, and I stacked on weight from unconscientious overeating, the only thing I could love about my appearance was my hair. But as the end of 2016 neared, I had to accept that even that part of me wasn’t safe from the side effects of various medications.

From prednisolone claiming both my face and body shape in one fell swoop to CellCept (mycophenolate) causing my hair to fall out, the vanity I once possessed was slowly, but surely, forced out of me bit by bit; holding on to it would’ve destroyed my self-worth.

While I doubt I ever will be genuinely thankful for what medications have put my body through, I have learned to appreciate the lessons that emerged from those experiences.

I spent more nights crying to my mum than I care to count, struggling to come to terms with the fact that the medication that ultimately was saving some parts of me was simultaneously destroying others. But, in hindsight, I found a silver lining in that losing those parts taught me to place a higher value on much more important aspects of myself.

There was only one way to stop my ongoing hurt from looking in the mirror, only to see a stranger looking back at me, and that was to let go of the significance I placed on my physical appearance and upgrade something else to its previous status.

Over time, I taught myself to value my intelligence over my face, my persistence and dedication over my weight, and my expression and ability to connect with others over my hair — and it was one of the best things I’ve ever done.

Ultimately, I learned an inevitable lesson. I just had to learn it earlier than expected. Regardless of medication, there will be a time when youth will give way and all the physical aspects I once valued so highly will vanish for good.

Now, although I still appreciate the superficial parts of myself, I find myself more confident in the knowledge that they’re not nearly the best parts of me. The very best parts of me won’t be taken away with time. They can’t be stolen by medication, and they’re much more than just skin deep.

The best part of me is not my body, it’s my mind and my soul. They’re the parts that lupus can’t touch, the parts that belong only to me!


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Rob O'Sullivan avatar

Rob O'Sullivan

Beautifully written Kristianna and oh so true. Reading this was as though my late wife Ingrid was agreeing with everything you wrote as yours is exactly her experience. As her husband I came to know the truth that beauty is much much more than skin deep. It is the inner persons soul and spirit. Some of Ingrid's worse moments of what medication did to her physical appearance were when I loved her the most. In the last days of her journey on earth people would text me and ask how Ingrid was and although she was just skin and bones (and had lost most of her waist length golden hair that attracted me to her at our first meeting in 1977) I would reply that she was the most beautiful I had ever seen her. Kristianna, you absolutely have the right attitude in living with the awful disease that you have. My heart goes out to you with all the encouragement I can give you to keep going and never give up because you have so much to give. You might have Lupus but Lupus doesn't have you.....

Jodie avatar


Well said! 💜


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