TRICH STRENTH @trichstrength - Tumblr Blog

2 years on

So hey,

It has been 2 years since I last properly used Tumblr, if not longer. I have basically forgotten how to use it. This is long BUT STICK WIMME.

I just looked down my blog and reading all those things about trich and how shitty I felt about it, about myself, how I wanted to hurt myself because of trich. It broke my heart a little, reading back.

But 2 years on I am doing so good. I haven’t hurt myself in so so long I haven’t thought about it and not one tiny bit of me could even contemplate it now.

2 years on I am still pulling my eyelashes and the occasional eyebrow but so what? So I wear false lashes and have to fill my brows in a bit thicker some times. It’s all cool

2 years on, I have lots of friends. Friends that are completely new, and friends that were there the whole time, I just never realised. They love me. They think I’m one of the nicest kindest people, and that’s because I am. Me pulling doesn’t affect that at all, and literally not one of them cares.

2 years on, 2 years older, 2 different cities, 2 years at university, 4 different bedrooms, 4 different relationships, 3 that really mattered, 4 one night stands, 1 part-time job, 1 big hair cut, 12 weeks of therapy, and still only 25% of the lashes I should have. But the main thing, 1 hell of a difference in me.

I’m fucking happy, I love life. I love myself. Not to be completely narcissistic, but I’m a lil hottie. I am. And I have the best personality. I also have the best flaws - they haven’t been fixed yet who knows if they ever will.

I don’t get that horrific feeling before pulling now, there is still that compulsion and I still can’t resist it but now to me, that is a friend, helping me keep stress away. You can’t ignore stress, this is my way of dealing with it. And I definitely do not get that sheer disappointment and anger and self-loathing and sadness that I used to get after I pulled. At worst a bit of an oh dear. But it’s fine, it’s my way of dealing with stress and that’s cool. And I can talk all day about it.

Trich makes me different, a cute lil quirk I have that’s original to me. (And all of you guys). Honestly what matters, what makes people like you, what makes you do well is not how many hairs you did or did not pull out. What makes you succeed in life, socially at least, is just being a fuckin good you. Be a fucking good you. And love yo self.

I wish you all the wonderful things, all the wonderful friends and all the best karma

Over n out xx

2 years on

So hey, It has been 2 years since I last properly used Tumblr, if not longer. I have basically forgotten how to use it. This is long BUT STICK WIMME. I just looked down my blog and reading all those things about trich and how shitty I felt about it, about myself, how I wanted to hurt myself because of trich. It broke my heart a little, reading back. But 2 years on I am doing so good. I haven't hurt myself in so so long I haven't thought about it and not one tiny bit of me could even contemplate it now. 2 years on I am still pulling my eyelashes and the occasional eyebrow but so what? So I wear false lashes and have to fill my brows in a bit thicker some times. It's all cool 2 years on, I have lots of friends. Friends that are completely new, and friends that were there the whole time, I just never realised. They love me. They think I'm one of the nicest kindest people, and that's because I am. Me pulling doesn't affect that at all, and literally not one of them cares. 2 years on, 2 years older, 2 different cities, 2 years at university, 4 different bedrooms, 4 different relationships, 3 that really mattered, 4 one night stands, 1 part-time job, 1 big hair cut, 12 weeks of therapy, and still only 25% of the lashes I should have. But the main thing, 1 hell of a difference in me. I'm fucking happy, I love life. I love myself. Not to be completely narcissistic, but I'm a lil hottie. I am. And I have the best personality. I also have the best flaws - they haven't been fixed yet who knows if they ever will. I don't get that horrific feeling before pulling now, there is still that compulsion and I still can't resist it but now to me, that is a friend, helping me keep stress away. You can't ignore stress, this is my way of dealing with it. And I definitely do not get that sheer disappointment and anger and self-loathing and sadness that I used to get after I pulled. At worst a bit of an oh dear. But it's fine, it's my way of dealing with stress and that's cool. And I can talk all day about it. Trich makes me different, a cute lil quirk I have that's original to me. (And all of you guys). Honestly what matters, what makes people like you, what makes you do well is not how many hairs you did or did not pull out. What makes you succeed in life, socially at least, is just being a fuckin good you. Be a fucking good you. And love yo self. I wish you all the wonderful things, all the wonderful friends and all the best karma Over n out xx

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