Beauty and the Beast that Lupus Tried to Create

With beauty playing such a pivotal role in our society, women often are criticized for changes in their appearances.

About 90% of lupus patients are women, which can make dealing with the disease more difficult. Lupus can wreak havoc on the body and change a person mentally and physically.

While growing up, my grandma often reminded me that you only have one chance to make a first impression. Appearance always matters because you never know who you might meet or what opportunities may arise. With that notion deeply instilled in my mind, looks became a priority. Because of my slim figure and pretty face I learned through society that looks do matter, contrary to what people would say.

Upon my lupus diagnosis, I underwent high-dose steroid treatment at  325 mg per day. If you have ever had any experience with prednisone,  you can imagine the side effects that came along with this dosage. The first month resulted in a 60-pound weight gain. The weight increased as time went on. I went from 115 pounds to more than 200. Besides the noticeable weight gain, my skin thinned, the cystic acne left gaping sores on my face, stretch marks arrived by the dozen, and my face became unrecognizable.

People who knew me would tell me it was just water weight. I was reassured it would go away. Just the fact that I was still alive was a forced point. When I would bring up my concerns about the weight gain I was told not to worry because I “was still a beauty on the inside.”

But most didn’t understand that the inside wasn’t beautiful. What was on the inside was disgust, self-hatred and uncertainty. My self-esteem was shot. These drugs that were supposed to be helping me were destroying me.

Eleven surgeries took place after my lupus diagnosis, each with its own distinguishable marks and scars. My brain screamed ugliness. I stopped taking pictures and stopped caring about my looks. Why did it matter anyways? I could never have my old life or body back.

Looking in the mirror became depressing and I began to unravel. So many lost memories because I was unwilling accept the superficial looks of my tattered body.

Looking back on those dark days of my life still makes me cringe. I stopped taking medication in hopes it would end the side effects. Being alone had become easier than explaining what was wrong. I was ashamed of myself and embarrassed by my illness. How could my appearance get in the way of  my own health? It could have been deadly.

It took years of therapy and hard work to be able to accept where I am today. While I still have issues with my physical appearance, I’ve realized there are so many more important things in life than just physical beauty. Advice that was once despised is now offered to others. I have realized that we all take this journey in our own time and ways.

Although I may not be where I want to be, I am exactly where I should be.

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