The pixie-like Cyndi Lauper, whose 1983 hit song “Girls Just Want to Have Fun” became a global anthem and encouraged women of all ages to follow its advice, has a certain allure.
Lauper epitomizes style. Her message of self-empowerment stems from her colorful hair, unique fashion, and funny, carefree personality.
But the performer is really dealing with a serious skin ailment called psoriasis, which at one point was so aggressive that “it looked like someone threw boiling water on me.” This is hidden behind the comical voice that makes her listeners feel happy.
The 69-year-old pop icon recently talked about how she has been fighting psoriasis, an incurable chronic skin ailment, since her diagnosis in 2010.
The symptoms of psoriasis might include scaly patches, extreme pain, itching, and discomfort. The skin condition affects an estimated 125 million people globally and 8 million people in the United States.
When Lauper first started experiencing symptoms, such as general pain and scalp irritations, these got worse with time.
The celebrated performer experienced both physical and mental distress as a result of the outbursts, which she initially blamed to her frequent hair dyeing.
The singer of “Time after Time” is an activist, a touring music sensation, and a busy mother.
As an advocate for human rights, motivated by her lesbian sister Ellen, Lauper dedicates her life to helping the LGBT community.
“Above the Clouds,” a song she wrote in 2005, was dedicated to Matthew Shepard, a gay student who was killed by beating in Wyoming in 2005. Additionally, she started the “True Colors” concert tour in 2007–2008, which raises money for LGBT foundations and charities in the community and beyond.
Apart from her advocacy work, Lauper has a strong background as an actor, singer, and songwriter. Over the course of her four-decade career, Lauper won multiple accolades, including the Tony Award, two Grammy Awards, an MTV Music Video Award, and an Emmy Award for her 1995 cameo in a Mad About You episode.
In 2013, she was invited as a special guest to U.S. President Barrack Obama’s second inauguration for her humanitarian endeavors. She also has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame and is inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame.
Despite her illness, Lauper is a true force to be reckoned with. The True Colors singer is learning how to control her stress, which can cause a flare-up, in order to prevent her psoriasis from taking control of her life.
She composed the music and lyrics for the Broadway hit musical Kinky Boots, which won her a Tony Award for Best Original Score, while suffering from severe attacks of psoriasis at the time of her diagnosis. Lauper is the first female Tony winner in that particular category. Five further Tony Awards were won by the production, including Best New Musical.
In an effort to assist others, Lauper shares her honest story of living with an autoimmune skin disorder in an interview with the American Academy of Dermatology (AAD).
“I’ve never been very good at handling stress.” She continued, saying that she has healed and reduced stress both at home and while traveling using a holistic approach. She researched reiki, a Japanese method of relaxation and stress relief, and stated, “That helps me.”
Apart from reiki, Lauper deliberately tries to maintain her groundedness through yoga, meditation, and outdoor walks with her dog and/or husband, David Thornton, whom she wed in 1991. Born in 1997, the couple has one son.
“Taking care of oneself is not a bad thing,” Lauper declared, urging others to “make a little time for you every day.”
You can begin modestly. She went on, “How about five minutes for you?”
Resiliently, Lauper states that “it’s really hard to get up again when psoriasis gets really bad.” She occasionally had chills due to an inability to control her body temperature, which can result in hypothermia. Even when she rested, the pain persisted, and the discomfort was exacerbated by others who downplayed the severity of the issue by stating that it was merely a rash.
You don’t have to go through pain, Lauper stated. Psoriasis can be treated with topical, oral, or injectable medications to decrease its often-intense effects. Lauper claims to be “four years clear” after using Novartis’ Cosentyx, which provided her great relief.
In 2017, Lauper discussed her psoriasis management with HealthDay.
It’s strange how you start wearing gloves or other items in the hopes that your psoriasis won’t show, but it doesn’t. I didn’t wear it with a sense of excitement or admiration. Everyone hides it, don’t they? The number of people who have it but keep it a secret could surprise you. It’s a topic worth discussing because it’s one of those things that is somewhat invisible.
She discusses it on her podcast, PsO in the Know, where she interviews psoriasis sufferers, advocates, and celebrities who share their experiences with the disease.
Currently in its third season, the show may be downloaded from Stitcher, Pandora, Google Podcasts, Spotify, Apple Podcasts, and Pandora.
Not all celebrities, including Lauper, have psoriasis. Kim Kardashian, 42, was given a diagnosis at the age of 30, and she is candid about her difficulties. Kris Jenner, her mother of 67 years, experienced her first breakout in her late 20s and described it as “life-changing.” A few more well-known people with psoriasis are musician Art Garfunkel, 81, actor Jon Lovitz, 65, and Jerry Mathers, 74, also known as “The Beaver.”
We are really lucky to have role models like Cyndi Lauper who use their platform to support others in overcoming obstacles. We can’t fathom a world without her gifts and journey—what a courageous woman she is!
I Proposed to My Girlfriend of 2 Years & She Immediately Showed a Startling Change in Behavior — I Didn’t Let It Slide
I thought proposing to Natalie would be the start of our forever. Instead, it was the beginning of a nightmare. It took weeks of betrayal to realize I’d never really known her at all.
I felt my heart pounding as I knelt down on one knee in our living room. “Natalie,” I said, holding up the small velvet box, “will you marry me?” Her eyes went wide with surprise, then softened as she smiled.
A man proposing his girlfriend | Source: Midjourney
“Yes, yes, of course, yes!” she cried, tears welling up in her eyes. She threw her arms around me, and I slipped the ring onto her finger. It sparkled just the way I’d hoped. I stood up, and we embraced, imagining the future we’d always talked about.
It felt perfect. We’d been together for two years, and it seemed like we wanted the same things—marriage, a family, a home. “We’ve always been on the same page,” I thought. “Same values, same future plans.”
A couple hugging | Source: Midjourney
For the next week, everything was blissful. We told our families, and everyone was excited for us. We started talking about wedding plans, making lists, and dreaming of our future together.
Then, out of nowhere, things started getting weird.
A couple planning their wedding | Source: Midjourney
One night, I came home from work and found six women in my kitchen. I stopped in my tracks, confused. The countertops were covered with all the fancy food I’d been saving—caviar, fine cheeses, imported snacks—the works.
Natalie turned to me, smiling like everything was normal. “Oh, hey! You’re home!”
I looked at her, then at the women, then back at her. “Who are they? I thought I knew all your friends.”
An angry man in his living room | Source: Midjourney
She just laughed. “These are my inner circle. I didn’t introduce them earlier because I wanted to wait until we were a ‘sure thing.’”
They just nodded, barely acknowledging me. I watched one of them scoop out the last bit of caviar onto a cracker, and my stomach tightened. I pulled Natalie aside.
“I was saving that stuff for a special night. Why didn’t you ask me first?”
She waved her hand, brushing it off like it was nothing. “Don’t be such a buzzkill, David. It’s just food. We can buy more.”
A smiling woman brushing the subject off | Source: Midjourney
I bit my tongue, not wanting to start a fight. But it bothered me that she didn’t seem to care how I felt about it.
A few days later, it happened again. I came home to find the same group of women lounging on the couch, watching TV. More of my expensive snacks were gone. I felt my frustration building.
I waited until they left before saying anything. “Look, maybe next time we can plan this out? You didn’t even ask me.”
A man having a serious talk with his girlfriend | Source: Midjourney
Natalie sighed, rolling her eyes at me. “You’re such a buzzkill. They’re my friends, and this is my home too now.”
I didn’t know how to respond. Was I being unreasonable? We were engaged, so maybe this was what sharing a life was supposed to look like. But it still didn’t feel right.
After the fourth unannounced visit, I finally snapped. “I’m locking up the fridge, Natalie. I’m serious.”
A serious man standing next to his fridge | Source: Midjourney
She just laughed. “You’re no fun,” she said, waving me off. “You’re acting like it’s the end of the world.”
Then she insisted I come to dinner with her “inner circle” at a fancy restaurant. I agreed, hoping it would help smooth things over, but the dinner was a disaster. She’d chosen a fancy restaurant, and I had agreed, thinking it might smooth things over after the last few weeks.
But the moment I walked in, I knew I’d made a mistake.
A woman in a restaurant | Source: Pexels
They were already seated when we arrived. The women were dressed up, sipping on expensive cocktails. As soon as I sat down, the questions started.
“So, David, what exactly do you do again?” one of them asked, leaning forward with a sharp smile.
“I work in finance,” I said, keeping my tone neutral.
Another one chimed in, her voice dripping with curiosity. “Finance, huh? That must be good money. What kind of house do you have?”
Women dining | Source: Pexels
I blinked, surprised by how direct they were. “I have a place just outside the city.”
“Must be nice,” she said, her eyes narrowing slightly. “How much did it cost?”
I hesitated. “I’d rather not discuss that.”
They exchanged glances, then changed the subject. But every time I asked them something, they dodged it.
A smiling woman in a cafe | Source: Pexels
“So, what do you do?” I asked the one across from me.
“Oh, you know, a little of this, a little of that,” she said with a vague smile.
“Where are you from?” I tried again.
“Here and there,” another one said, shrugging.
A humble woman in a restaurant | Source: Pexels
I felt like I was being stonewalled, but they kept digging into my life, my money, my plans for the future. Natalie just sat there, smiling like everything was fine. I couldn’t believe it. This wasn’t the woman I knew. The woman I fell in love with had clear boundaries and respected mine. This was a complete stranger.
Then the conversation took a turn that left me speechless. They started talking about relationships, modern ones, and what they called “evolving dynamics.”
Women talking in a restaurant | Source: Pexels
“Polyamory is so misunderstood,” one of them said, twirling her wine glass. “It’s all about love without limits.”
“Yeah, and staying friends with exes. It’s just being mature, right?” another added.
I glanced at Natalie, expecting her to be as uncomfortable as I was, but she was nodding along. “I mean, we shouldn’t be too hasty about these things,” she said lightly.
A man looking at women at the table | Source: Pexels
I nearly choked on my drink. “What?” I said, staring at her. “You’ve always been clear about wanting monogamy. And you’ve never been into staying friends with exes.”
She looked at me with a small, tight smile. “People can change, David. It’s important to keep an open mind.”
I felt like the ground had shifted beneath me. Who was this person? The woman sitting next to me, agreeing with all these strangers, wasn’t the Natalie I knew. I didn’t know what to say, so I just sat there, feeling completely blindsided.
A shocked man in the restaurant | Source: Midjourney
When the bill came, I was already planning my exit. I couldn’t wait to get out of there. But then one of the women slid the bill across the table towards me.
“You can cover this, right?” she said, almost like it was an order.
I stared at her, then looked at Natalie, waiting for her to say something.
She just shrugged. “Come on, you’re the guy.”
A man talking to the woman | Source: Pexels
I couldn’t believe it. My jaw tightened, but I didn’t want to make a scene. I paid for my part and stood up. “I’m done here,” I said, feeling utterly disrespected. I walked out without looking back.
The next day, I tried to talk to Natalie, but she brushed it off, saying I was being “fragile” and “toxic.” She apologized, blaming it on work stress, but I wasn’t buying it. Something was off, and I could feel it.
Then came the incident with the golf clubs.
Golf clubs in a bag | Source: Pexels
I was at work when I got an alert from my Nest Doorbell. I checked the footage and saw Natalie and one of her friends carrying my golf clubs out of the house. My expensive set, the one my dad gave me.
I called her immediately. “Natalie, why are my golf clubs leaving the house?”
She sounded annoyed. “Oh, I told you I was lending them to Emily’s boyfriend, remember?”
“No, you didn’t,” I said, feeling the anger rise. “Get them back here now.”
A man arguing with a woman | Source: Midjourney
She tried to argue, insisting that I’d agreed, but I cut her off. “You have one hour to return them, or I’m calling the cops.”
Forty-five minutes later, they were back, but they were dumped carelessly on the living room floor. No apology, no explanation. Just complete disregard for something that meant a lot to me.
I confronted her, but she started talking about my “toxicity” again. I’d had enough. “If this is your true self, maybe I made a mistake.”
A woman shouting at the man | Source: Midjourney
She freaked out, begging for another chance, blaming it on stress again. But I was done. I didn’t want to hear any more excuses.
The final straw came when she planned a party at my house without asking. I told her no, but she ignored me. So, on the day of the party, I changed the locks and went to a friend’s house.
My phone blew up with 14 missed calls.
“How dare you change the locks when I’ve got 15 people waiting outside?” she shouted when I finally answered.
A woman shouting into her phone | Source: Midjourney
“I told you no party, Natalie. Actions have consequences. We’re done.”
I hung up, went home, and walked past the confused guests standing outside. I locked the door behind me and blocked her number.
And that was it. The engagement was over. The woman I thought I knew was gone, replaced by someone I couldn’t trust. I felt a strange sense of relief as I locked the door behind me, shutting out the chaos and reclaiming my life.
A calm man in his living room | Source: Midjourney
I sat in the living room, the silence almost jarring after weeks of chaos. The ring sat on the coffee table, a small reminder of what I thought we had. I stared at it for a moment, then leaned back, feeling a sense of peace and clarity I hadn’t felt in a long time.
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