I just think that it is kinda funny how we all feel so much shame in what we do. I mean, from what I have read and my own experiences, anyone that has been told about our pulling has been, for the most part supportive. I have worked with a couple girls, one who pulled her self(visibly eyelashes, eyebrows and head hair) and another whos mother was a puller. I never admitted to them that I was a puller as well. Anyone who knew of this didn't blink twice. In the past I told my boyfriends, and of course my husband knows. My point is, other people can never have any empathy to what we live with. The shame, the hiding, the fear of swimming and wind, or maybe someone standing too close behind you and noticing some scalp peaking through you perfectly groomed pony tail. But they love us for who we are not what we do to ourselves when we are alone or behind closed doors.
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