I just found this site a while ago and here is my first post.
I have PCOS and as a result I have a beard, a mustache, sideburns, a unibrow and huge amounts of hair all over the rest of my body. Hair on my chest, legs, stomach, you name it.
Typically I wax it all and then tweeze the rest, this is a daily chore for me.
I was taking aldactone but it didnt help at all so I stopped.
This is what life as a hairy girl is like… Talk about sucking…
A few weeks ago I went to a lady to get my face waxed, I was in a hurry that morning and woke up late, so I did my chin waxing in the car on the way there, since that and my neck I dont let anyone touch I am really sensitive about it.
I had redness and bumps all over it, and this new lady (I just moved to CA so had to find a new person) just looked horrified. She acted as though she has never seen anyone with hair, and started telling me how she needs to wax my chin right away, I told her I just did and she insisted there was more and just began touching me and making me feel uncomfortable. I told her that waxing wont work for any leftover hairs, they have to be tweezed.
She tried the wax, it didnt work so then she tweezed the hairs for me, the entire time telling me I have a bad hormone problem and need to see a doctor, then because of my position that I was laying in, she happened to look down my shirt and see a few hairs on my breasts (chest) and just grabbed them and told me she needs to get rid of those too.
Then I suppose to make me feel better she began playing Christan Aguleira’s Beautiful. Not that it helped one bit.
I left there crying and feeling like a total monster.
My mother, my family… always pointing out that I have excess hair, no matter how much I wax and tweeze and pluck, there is always something or some kind of stubble. It doesnt help that I have thick coarse black hairs and super sensitive pale skin. I am always bumpy and bruised along my face. Nothing helps. I am just a monster.
I dont let men touch my face or neck, I dont let them kiss me really. I push people away as a natural reflex since I dont want them to feel my stubble.
I am consumed with thoughts of my hair all day. I just touch my chin, see if I can feel something, if I can see stubble and there is always something. it grows overnight, its insane.
Today, why I found this forum in the first place… I was out at the mall, having a decent evening with my boyfriend when I was approached by 2 guys at the mall trying to sell me this weird head massager. One grabbed me while the other guy went to get this weird contraption. I kept saying no, but they were being obnoxiously pushy and put this thing on my head. Then the guy doing it told the other guy in a different language (which I happened to understand) she is losing her hair, but that doesnt matter she has a beard to make up for it.
I was horrified. Especially since I finished waxing right before I left the house. I knew I had bumps and a little bit of black stubble that is just too short to remove, but I put tons of coverup on it. I suppose it didnt help. I didnt tell my boyfriend what they said, I just pushed them aside and walked out of the mall and then cried all the way home.
It was one of the worst experiences of my life.
I cant afford laser even though I am told I would be an ideal candidate. I can barely afford the boxes of wax I go through each week and I was also told that due to the PCOS laser wont work as well.
At this point right now I dont want to leave the house anymore. I feel like a monster, a freak.
Doctors dont care, my insurance wont even cover the vaniqua, I am taking glucophage and following a low carb diet for the PCOS and to help my insulin levels. It has caused me to bleed on my own every month, which is amazing, but it has done nothing for my hair.
No one seems to understand. I wish laser could be covered by insurance, at least for those with extreme cases. They are all saying its cosmetic. My hormonal imbalance isnt cosmetic, why are the side effects viewed as cosmetic. Doesnt the damage that it does to me emotionally mean anything. Oh sure they’ll cover the drugs and therapy I’ll need after I go insane over this.
Some days I can live with it and others are worse, but in general if you have to live life as a bearded lady, life can really suck.
MJ