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While vitiligo is a skin pigmentation painless and harmless, it can still cause serious damage and sometimes life threatening his life if not treated properly. People who are diagnosed with vitiligo would probably undergo stages of shock, anger, fear, isolation and despair. Unfortunately, after years of extensive research and experimentation on a variety of treatment options, nobody has been able to create a drug or herbal remedy to stop vitiligo, to recur and spread throughout the body.

Therefore, people who are diagnosed with vitiligo would immediately feel they had received a sentence of life imprisonment without possibility of parole.

I first noticed the white spots on my face when I was thirteen, the most critical years for developing a social life. I was worried what my friends would tell me. I hung my head when there were other people that my family who were present. I avoided leaving my room as much as possible. My father was a doctor, I have some Chinese medicine in liquid form to apply on white spots three times a day. I noticed that the size of white spots reduce slowly over the first three months of using it and was able to regain my normal pigment within a year. I was back to myself happy normal again until these patches are pointed almost frightening me two years later. They turned from small dots to the size of a quarter within two weeks. I have not been as worried as much as the first time because I knew I could use the same medicine to bring color back and it did.

However, I was not so lucky the third time visited vitiligo my face. This was my first year in the U.S. and my father died last year, we immigrated here. I was devastated and desperately sought a cure. The first dermatologist did not even bother to waste time on me after discovering I did not even have medical insurance and only had a minimum wage paying job. He said frankly that there was no cure for vitiligo and gave me some documents about treatment for vitiligo. I felt my hopes sank to the bottom of the sea I wish my father was there. He knows what to do. Feeling hopeless, but not ready to give up, I changed a dermatologist to another dermatologist, only to find my hope is hampered even further every time after the creams that the doctor prescribed failed to restore mypigment. Worse, vitiligo made its mark on my neck too. So I had to wear tops with turtlenecks to keep it from showing even during summers. My self esteem was near zero.Fortunately, my family were all trying to help. One of my sisters suggested I give it a try laser treatment on my neck first and she would take care of the cost, what I did. However, all these promises in advertising were only empty promises. It has not helped restore my pigment, but wasted dollars and thousands of my sister has left a scar on me even uglier.

I was back in search of a good dermatologist. Fortunately, I found a good this time. It took time to explain the fact of vitiligo and advised me not to go under medical treatment because they do more harm than good. He told me to use makeup to cover the white patches if I could not bear to look at me and stay away from the sun or apply sunscreen to protect the white spots being burned by the lights UV. But the most important thing he said was: “if you could watch the colors on you and focus on who you are, I guarantee you will be fine.”

Since that day, I started to change my perception and attitude towards vitiligo. By redefining the meaning of beauty, I could see the uneven colors on my skin as ugly. As long as I keep my skin clean and moist, they are just as good as normal skin. My self esteem was back and I realized that vitiligo is not directly responsible for the emotional damage on me. I was the one who chose to let the perfect surface to control me. I was the one who chose to care so much about my image in the eyes of others and what other people say about me. I chose to define myself as ugly with more than one color, I chose to blame the unfairness of life and hate my appearance. I allowed the bullying to successfully tease me with shame and anger with myself. I chose to block me and stop socializing with others. So I ordered myself to release the emotional struggle.

I remembered that no one can stop what others mean. Some people are born to make judgments. Even the most beautiful celebrity on Earth would get some nasty comments.So I learned to ignore them. Every once in a while, I was curious to meet people. When they asked politely what had happened to my skin, I would say that I have skin pigmentation disorder. This is a version opposite of having freckles. If these people were friendly enough but seemed somewhat concerned, I would still say that my body stopped producing pigmentation areas on my skin. It is painless and harmless. I was not worried about it and they should not.

I began to notice that one type of friendly people and stay with me. People who have seen past my complexion called imperfect and took the time to know the real me under these white spots have become my lifelong friends. I do not feel Vitiligo is a disease anymore, but rather a very useful and magical mirror that can reveal the true nature of people I meet and help me to identify the good and evil. My husband, for example, knew that I had vitiligo when we were dating, but proposed to me anyway, even when his mother strongly opposed. That’s why I love a thousand times more in return.

Now you know the secret on how to naturally cure vitiligo. Please try. It’s free and it works mostly.