For as long as I can remember, I’ve been pulling out single strands of hair from my head every day.
Most of the time, I don’t even realise I’m doing it.
Then when I look at myself in the mirror, I spot a few more bald patches that I didn’t realise I had.
Tracing my finger along the gaps in my long, thin hair, I wish I could control it.
‘Stop pulling it out,’ my twin sister Hollie, 19, and brother John, 20, tell me.
Hollie has long, thick hair, and she struggles to understand me.
‘I can’t help it,’ I remind her.
My mum Tracey, 43, and dad Robert, 50, say that when I was younger, I only did it now and again.
So nobody really thought anything of…