Evidently, THIS is the face of Fibromyalgia:
These images are taken from the two pharmaceutical websites that market drugs for FM. To me, this seems to give the impression to the impressionable that FM is a disease for older women, probably Caucasian, mid to late life in age, with a propensity toward preppy, conservative hairstyles and soccer mom-ish fleece vests. These women are upper middle class, with good health insurance, and listen to music like Rascal Flatts.
This is me:
Actually, it's a still from the movie "He's Not That Into You" of the actresses Ginnifer Goodwin and Jennifer Connelly taken from the website IMDB.com, but it gives you a good idea. This is kind of what me and my friends look like when we are having martini's. 30ish, hipster clothing, single, and if I believe CNN, probably unemployed and insurance-less.
I'm too tired to go out with my friends like the picture might lead you to believe. I'm the girl that is always leaving early (because of how tired she is) and her friends think she is snubbing them. I'm that smartly dressed girl with a delightful dash of vintage ahead of you in the grocery line who can't lift her bags into the cart (therefore slowing your progression through the cashier stand). I'm the one limping down the aisles in the mall, searching for less than stilleto heels and blocking your way by going slow (because my hips hurt too much). I'm that asshole chick on the treadmill going slow (because if I wear myself out too fast I will not be able to move tomorrow) that is pissing you off because I'm not really working out and there are no open machines. I'm the one that cut you off on the overpass by the exit because along with FM comes some really great comorbid diseases like IBS that make getting to a restroom IMPERATIVE at times.
To look at me is to not understand how FM affects my life. Taking stock right now, my neck and shoulders are killing me, I really want to take a nap and I got up 6 hours ago, and I'm trying to decide if I should go out to walk or clean the kitchen because I only have enough energy to do one thing today. And it will be different tomorrow.
Outwardly however, I look like a healthy, hipster girl, hanging out on the couch with my laptop. But things like this happen to me: I was hobbling up the stairs at the King's of Leon show this past Monday and had someone gripe at me because I was going too slow. Like they couldn't hear the crappy opening band from the stairwell anyhow.
I wish the FM community had a sticker or membership ring I could flash in instances like that.