I’m A Burlesque Star, And I’m Coming Out About My Struggle With Alopecia

I have had a long and successful career as a burlesque performer, producer and instructor.( You may know me as “Butthoven” from my viral video where I ricochet my butt cheeks to Beethoven’s Fifth Symphony. The response to that video was a surprise. Who knew people liked butts in bowties so much ?)

In the business, my tagline is “The Most Naked Woman.” This definitely refers to my nation of undress, but it also has a deeper meaning. I have always strived to set my true self on the stage.

Whether my acts are comical, graceful, severe or sexually charged, I am presenting a side of myself. To me, being “the most naked” means exposing my vulnerabilities and pushing myself to go beyond my fear.

In living up to my tagline, I recently “came out” in a video that I posted to YouTube about my struggle with alopecia areata, an autoimmune disease where the body attacks hair follicles.

In the past year and a half, I’d taken to wearing wigs on stage and wraps and turbans off stage. I didn’t want anyone to see what I was going through. I maintained my disease and hair loss from friends and some family — and I definitely kept it from fans. When I was backstage with a cast, I would go into another room to put one over my wig because I merely couldn’t show them what I genuinely looked like. It was hard for me to be the girl who was losing her hair and also a glamour girl of burlesque.

Ultimately, I decided that I couldn’t live this lie anymore. I had to be honest with myself and trust that my fans would be there no matter what.

Alopecia areata can attack the hair on your head, eyebrows, eyelashes and body. For me, it attacks the hair on my head, brows and lashes. Rest assured, though, I have always had full hair on my upper lip. Can we not be selective about this hair loss?

I have had this illnes since I was 6 years old. No one knows why this happens. Autoimmunity is still a mystery to physicians, but we do know there are triggers, like traumatic events, stress, compromised intestine health, allergies, mold, etc. I was so young when it started, I mostly remember my mommy being upset and counting the hairs on my pillow every morning.

Going into first grade, I was fitted for a wig. I don’t know what it cost, but I’m sure it was substantial. I wore it on the first day of school when we played a rousing game of “duck, duck, goose.” As I was running and giggling, my wig flew off and all the kids giggled at me. I came home that day and told my mom that I would never wear a wig again.

I went to school from the working day forward without a wig. Some kids were great, but others were really hurtful. They stimulated fun of me or took the prows off my head that I intentionally put there to cover a place. Unfortunately, those are the things that stick with you.

From there, my hair grew back. It was long, black and gorgeous! I had fun crimping it and braiding it and spraying the hell out of it so I could get the perfect bangs. You know the ones I’m talking about. But then, in 7th grade, everything is happened again. This time, I was VERY self aware. I went through my formative years with simply a few patches of hair and missing brows and lashes. To say it was hard is an understatement.

There were some days where I wouldn’t leave the house because I couldn’t comb my hair just right. Swim class was panic-inducing in high school, because getting my hair wet would cause it to separate, and everyone would consider my bald places. I would also try to sit in the back of the class so no one could look at the back of my head. Yes, the ache operates deep.

In those years, I became preoccupied with beauty. What made someone beautiful? Was I beautiful? Could I be beautiful? I would pose in front of the mirror and try to do things I thought were beautiful. I would sit very close to the mirror and look in my eyes and try to induce sexy faces. I wanted to be beautiful, and I wanted other people to think I was, too.

Dark Water
Me with my hair before the loss.

I had friends. Good friends. But boys were not in the picture. I mean, what 14 -year-old boy wants to have a bald girlfriend? I thought to myself that if they just appeared twice, they wouldn’t look away. That motto is something I still hold close to my heart.

Then, I started dancing. This is where I determined my beauty. I took my first class at 15. Dancing was my everything. It still is. It is where I feel my most comfortable and my most authentic self. With dancing, I blossomed.

I continued on to college with a nice head of hair and a very sassy cut. I was feeling myself, and boys were in the picture! After college( I have a degree in finance ), I began my burlesque career. THAT was where I really bloomed. I had discovered it! All the years of posing in front of the mirror and building sexy faces had a point! See ya, finance!

Throughout my burlesque career, I’ve had issues with bald spots here and there. I would go in twice a year and get them treated with a painful steroid injection in the scalp. Severely , no fun.

The whole time, I was still concealing. I would style my hair in ways where you couldn’t insure the spots, and I would color in my scalp with eye darknes when I would perform. I was still nervous that someone would find out. Would my career be ruined? What would happen if people knew?

Well , now you are aware. In the past three and a half years, I have combated this most recent round as a successful burlesque star, and it has been devastating. To consider my hair in the sink, in the drainage, in the junk, in the comb was crippling. I would cry and cry, and then I would have to put on makeup and do a show. The conflict was debilitating.

I lost more than my hair. I lost myself. My husband lost his wife. I was a shell of the person I was supposed to be. No one could help me. I was getting shoots in my scalp each month for two years. It just got worse. I decided to pursue alternative therapies like yoga, acupuncture and the AIP diet( autoimmune paleo protocol ). The diet change was so hard, especially with all the travel I do, and my love for all things cheesy, starchy and bourbon-y.

Eventually, everything I did was about my hair. How could I get it to stop falling out? How much fall-out was there today? Was it less than yesterday? Showering was a make-or-break experience, as I counted the hairs going down the drain. It was day after day of dashed hopes.

Hiding the real you is very painful, and I know many people can understand that. I decided to embrace it and shave my head. I began walking around without a wrap or turban on my head. And then, I felt it was time to really share my story with the world. I know I’m not the only one struggling in life, and it’s good to know from time to time that you are not alone.

Art Blanche
This was my second shoot as my “real” self. I had been working with the photographer for years, and this is the first time he saw me like this. It was a very special moment.

Alopecia has shaped me and my faiths. Everything that I teach in my burlesque class comes from this place of understanding. I guess females are beautiful, and it is my job to help them see that. I want to empower women and empower my audience. But in empowering others, I forgot to empower myself. I had to dig deep and practise what I preach. I had to see the beauty in myself. I had to look twice.

I feel vulnerable sharing this with the world, but it’s also exhilarating! I can finally be me again. I am observing strength in my vulnerability, and that is powerful.

I believe that beauty is truth. Beauty is not makeup or hair or clothes. Those are skills. Beauty is real, vulnerable and honest. I am not saying that this is easy. I will never say that. It is hard, and you should respect the process. What I will say is that the risks are worth the reward.

We each have our own truth, and I want to encourage you to live yours today. You are not alone.

You can follow Michelle L’amour on her website, MichelleLamour.com, or on Instagram @michellelamour .

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