Hello
I am so happy I came across these forums as, up until now, I have literally had no one to talk to about my facial hair as it’s been too humiliating for me. I once mustered up the courage to tell a doctor about it and was practically laughed out of the surgery with the words ‘what do you expect me to do about it, go see someone else, I’m not here for that kind of thing’ ringing in my ears.
That visit scarred me, and since then I haven’t uttered a word about it to anyone. Until now! I feel like I just need to tell someone my story. It’s nothing special, but y’know when you’ve kept something bottled up for so long that you just need to tell ANYONE?
I remember the very first time I ever shaved my face and in hindsight it was the most devastating decision I have ever made in my entire life. I was about 14 years old and I was in my mum and dad’s bathroom and I saw my dad’s razor at the sink. I’d only recently just started shaving my legs etc and was ecstatic that it was so quick and easy to remove the hair. I’d always been aware that I had a bit of hair on my face - not much, and it was fairly light apart from the odd areas but I thought it’d be a great idea just to shave it and it’d be gone! So I did, and the result was amazing. Until a couple of days later that is… The hair started to grow back, and obviously as I’d shaved it the hair grew back more stubbly than before. So I had to shave it again, and this made things even worse. I hadn’t known that by shaving just that once I would actually ruin the rest of my life.
In high school it wasn’t too bad - I got one or two comments from a friend who noticed that I seemed to have a bit of stubble every so often, which was mortifying, but I fobbed off her questions. Then when I went to University a girl I lived with asked me outright ‘do you shave your face?’ and I was so taken aback by her bluntness that I just said yes! Since then she made my life hell - she would make jokes constantly, ridicule me, tell others and make really embarrassing comments in public. I spent my life constantly on edge, just waiting for her next ‘bearded woman’ joke. I finally moved in with new people, but unfortunately the same thing happened again. One girl, who was supposedly my best friend, found out and kept making references to facial hair. All the while, my skin was just getting worse and worse. I got shaving rashes, stubble and spots. I looked awful without foundation on, so I would never go without makeup anywhere - even when I went to bed with my boyfriend I would cover myself in foundation before I went to sleep. But the foundation didn’t help that much and I would still get the dreaded 5 o’clock shadow and hundreds of tiny raised bumps where the hair was cut off. It was obvious I shaved.
My boyfriend made a joke about it once, and I thought my life was over. I didn’t realise he’d noticed it! He never said anything about it again in the 2 years I was with him, but I noticed he would never touch my face (I appreciated this, as I had told him ages ago that I didn’t like people touching my face and he obviously remembered me saying that and put two and two together). Then when we split up I didn’t know what to do - I thought no one would ever love me again because I was so hideous. I started having one night stands all the time, it was a way of getting the attention I craved, but also a way of not having to be in a relationship and have someone find out about my shaving. I turned into someone I hated, it wasn’t me, I was completely degrading myself on nights out all because I was so ashamed of myself and anyone getting close to me.
I finally met a guy who I really wanted to be with, he was my best friend and the best boyfriend I could’ve asked for. But I couldn’t bear to have him touch me at all in case he felt the stubble… but he assumed I was repulsed by him. I had to end it because I was hurting him so much by being so distant.
I then stopped attending my University course - by this point I couldn’t bear to leave the house. What if a stranger in the street noticed and made fun of me? I started to get in trouble with the University, I was missing too many classes and my work was suffering. All the time when I should’ve been getting an education I was under my covers in bed crying about how disgusting I felt. I started avoiding my friends and family, spending weeks on end just in my bedroom praying that no one came round to see me. My parents thought I was being lazy and lectured me, my friends thought I was being antisocial and started to ignore me and I stopped wanting attention from guys. So I had nobody. I couldn’t talk to anyone because I was so embarrassed about it. I then decided to get a pair of tweezers and pluck every single hair out of my face. I know a lot of people do this, but I have a full face of hair, just like a man. So it took me an entire day to pluck one side of my face. I eventually plucked the whole lot after a week. Then I realised I hadn’t left my room and had barely eaten for that entire week. But the plucking had started and I couldn’t stop - I then spent every single day for a year in my room plucking the hair out, knowing that new hair would grow in by the next day.
It was at this point I went to see the doctor and was told it wasn’t his problem. About a year later I went to another doctor and she was lovely. I tried pills and creams, but nothing worked. She also diagnosed me with Agoraphobia and severe anxiety, caused by the hair. I’ve been so frustrated that I’ve used scissors to cut at the skin on my face to get rid of hairs, I’ve practically stabbed myself with the tweezers every day, ripped my skin raw with razors trying to get rid of every hair. I’ve even had the lowest days when I’ve thought that I’d rather be dead than have as much facial hair as I do. I know that’s a silly thing to think, but on those days it seems like the best option.
I was checked for PCOS, but that was negative. There is no medical issue causing the hair at all, meaning I can’t get laser free on the NHS here, as it’s considered a purely cosmetic procedure in my case. I’m glad I never saved up for laser though as, after researching that and electrolysis, I realised laser wouldn’t give me the results I needed whereas electrolysis would.
I finally decided enough was enough and booked an appointment with an electrologist. It’s on Tuesday and I can’t wait, despite being incredibly nervous! As I have just graduated from Uni (yes, I managed to get a good degree despite all the issues with attendance! ) I have a lot of debt and no money. I’m back living with my parents and the small amount of money I do get is going to have to go on the electrolysis, meaning I’m going to continue being in debt, can’t move back out of my parents house and won’t have any money for necessities, but I see this as a small price to pay for getting my life back.
Sorry that what I’ve written is so long! I just HAD to tell someone. It feels a lot better now that I’ve just been honest about everything, even if no one reads it haha
Thank you if you read this far
p.s if anyone could give me any advice about electrolysis it’d be much appreciated! I love hearing first hand from people who have gone through it!