As a young woman living with vitiligo, I can unequivocally say: mental health is no joke.
I’ve had vitiligo for eight years. When I was first diagnosed with the condition, I hid. I wore long sleeves despite the hot Floridian sun and never left the house without makeup. I carried shame and embarrassment every day, and it prevented me from living a healthy and wholesome life. After a long – and still evolving – journey to self-love, I’ve found a few practices that have allowed me to become and remain mentally healthy.