Meet Jewbacca (30)
I don’t want to put my real picture, because I’m ashamed. Chewbacca, Hairball, Grizzly, have all been nicknames of mine, and not for affectionate reasons. I’ve had to shave my face twice daily for most of my teenage and adult years. I had a permanent razor rash and black dots in my skin.
Baruch Hashem, I came up with enough money to have laser on my legs (I haven’t finished treatment yet) and electrolysis on my face. I’d shaved so much that the red hair on my face became black, but because the roots were still red, laser wouldn’t work on my face. Over the years I’ve spent thousands of dollars on treatments. I still have hair on my face and other unwelcome places. It’s better than it was, but I still need help getting rid of it.
And that’s not the worst of it. I had hair everywhere I didn’t want it, except for the top of my head! In high school, they took an aerial picture of us for the yearbook. On my head, you see a bald spot the size of a yarmulke. Even one of my educators seminary was like, “Can’t you take the hair from the sides of your head, and pile it on the top of your head?”
I also have severe osteoarthritis in my knees and borderline sugar problems which can all be attributed to PCOS. I’ve lost fifty pounds and I do my best to eat right, but even if I do that, it’s very hard for me to lose that last 30 pounds because of the PCOS.
I’m ashamed to go on shidduchim. I don’t even want to think about how hard it is going to be for me to conceive, G-d forbid.
I’m 30 years old and I’m a wreck. Help.



