Grab a cup of tea and a tissue. Are you comfortable?
Good, because you’re about to read some inspiring and heart-touching stories by people who live with vitiligo.
Do you have a story to share about living with vitiligo? Send it to me and I will post it here.
Vin’s Love Story
excerpt: My reason to post my little love story is because i want people to stop this pointless prejudice against vitiligo and accept a person for who they truly are, and who knows u might get lucky just like me
Blanca’s Vitiligo Story
excerpt: I had self-esteem issues as a child and it became worse as a teenager. My cousins and their friends used to call me Dalmatian Girl.
excerpt: For the longest time I did not know why God gave me this vitiligo disease. I now know why. I am registered dietitian and work with young girls with eating disorders.
exerpt: People would laugh and stare and point at my vitiligo. It was hard, I won’t deny it, but I had to go out there and live my life I couldn’t stay cooped up in the house. From the age of 8 my mum would encourage me to engage in social activities and go out there and live life like any other human being… and I’m glad that I have.
exerpt: I always am staring at it and always wondering if someone can tell I have the condition. I’m 17 now and it has not spread much, but it’s considerably larger than it used to be.
exerpt:I am very much thankful from my heart as you cared and started such great idea to bring people together in society those who suffer from vitiligo as we were being really kind of insecure,inferior even after we have lost of talent but this vitiligo pulls us back from stage it brings us inferior complex to start up conversation with someone.
exerpt: This has caused me a lot of stress when going to school and never wanting to wear shorts or skirts. I have overcome this fear, and realized I can’t hide the person that I am.
exerpt: My case seems to be based on stress. Vitiligo didn’t even break out on my face until I had a breakup with a girl I dated for three years.
exerpt: There is no way to get used to it. Every day I look in the mirror, and I am either angry, depressed, or disgusted.
exerpt: For me, it was really a matter of letting go of worrying about that which I had no control over. Rather than constantly stress and be upset about my vitiligo, I began to embrace it.
exerpt: My husband says it doesn’t bother him but he has very lack of interest on me, he doesn’t even look at my face mostly. I have vitiligo on my face too so maybe that is why.