 Finally, someone who gets it . . .
Before I figured out I had PCOS, I just assumed I was a freak -- kids can be so cruel. And while adults have manners enough not to say anything, I'm still self-conscious about the amount of hair on my arms, not to mention the daily battles with facial hair. I'm 23, and I don't even date because it's just too stressful; I constantly wonder when they'll figure out there's something wrong with me. I just . . . want to know what it feels like to be pretty, you know? |