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!
My Son Brought Home a Stranger After School, Saying She Was His ‘Real Mom’
When Ethan burst through the door, dragging a stranger in tow and calling her his “real mom,” I thought I had stepped into some alternate reality. The woman’s tear-streaked face and trembling hands only deepened the mystery. Who was she, and why was she claiming my son?
Have you ever experienced something that made you question if everything was real? Something that made you think maybe you were dreaming?
That’s exactly how I felt when my son said some stranger was his “real mom.” I blinked a few times, half-hoping I’d snap out of it and find myself back in my normal, predictable life.
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Before I dive into what happened, let me tell you a bit about myself.
My name’s Maureen, and I’ve always considered my life to be pretty ordinary. I met my husband, Arnold, while working at the local grocery store. He came in looking for some obscure ingredient, anchovy paste, I think, and seemed completely lost.
“Excuse me,” he said, holding up his shopping list like a white flag. “Do you happen to know where I can find this?”
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“You’re in luck,” I replied, pointing him toward aisle six. “But fair warning… It’s not exactly a crowd favorite.”
We chatted for a bit as I rang up his items, and before I knew it, he was coming back to the store every week, always finding an excuse to strike up a conversation.
“You must really like anchovies,” I teased him once.
“Not really,” he admitted with a sheepish grin. “But I do like talking to you.”
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It wasn’t long before he asked me out.
Arnold was sweet and kind, and he had this way of making me feel like the most important person in the room.
Within a few months, we were inseparable.
When he proposed, it wasn’t some grand gesture with fireworks or a flash mob. Just a quiet moment at my parents’ house over dinner.
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“I don’t want to spend another day without you,” he said, slipping a simple gold band onto my finger.
I said yes without hesitation.
After we got married, I kept working at the grocery store for a while. Arnold had a stable job at an accounting firm, and though money was tight, we managed.
However, things changed when I found out I was pregnant with Ethan.
The moment I held him in my arms, my priorities shifted.
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I decided to stay home and raise him, pouring all my love and energy into being the best mom I could be.
Arnold supported my decision, and together, we built a happy life.
That’s why it felt like any other day when I heard the doorbell ring as I was making lunch. It was around the time Ethan usually got home from school, so I assumed it was him.
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The water on the stove was boiling over, so I hurried to turn down the heat, barely paying attention as I called out, “Come in, sweetheart! I’ll be there in a second!”
“Mom!” Ethan’s voice echoed from the front door. “I brought someone home to meet you!”
I grabbed a dish towel and wiped my hands.
“Okay, sweetie, but let me know who it is next time!” I said, distracted by the bubbling sauce on the stove.
It wasn’t until I glanced toward the front door that I realized something was off.
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Standing beside Ethan wasn’t one of his friends or a neighbor.
It was a woman in her mid-40s. Her pale face and red-rimmed eyes told me she’d been crying. She clutched a small bag to her chest and looked like she was about to fall apart.
“Uh, hi,” I finally spoke. “Who’s this, Ethan?”
“This is Mrs. Harper,” Ethan replied. “She’s my real mom.”
“What?” I whispered, barely able to get the word out.
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Mrs. Harper stepped forward, her hands visibly shaking.
“I… I’m so sorry for the confusion,” she stammered. “Ethan, sweetheart, why don’t you go wash up? We’ll talk in a minute.”
Ethan pouted, clearly not understanding the gravity of the situation. “But I wanna stay!”
“Go,” I said firmly.
Ethan looked startled but obediently trudged toward the bathroom. As soon as I heard the door close, I turned back to the woman.
“Who are you?” I demanded. “And why are you here with my son? What’s going on? Are you crazy?”
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“I’m not crazy,” she began. “But there’s something you don’t know. Something neither of us knew… until now. I think Ethan is my son. My biological son.”
My brain refused to process her words.
“That’s ridiculous,” I snapped. “Ethan is my son. I gave birth to him. I’ve raised him. What are you talking about?”
“I-I’m sorry,” she said. “Please let me explain.”
I didn’t want to hear her explanation, but I couldn’t seem to stop her either.
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“Ethan was born in MJSCR Hospital, right?” she asked.
I nodded cautiously. “Yes, but—”
“So was my son, Charlie,” she interrupted. “He would’ve been ten this year. For years, I didn’t suspect anything. But as Charlie grew older, I started noticing things. Little things that didn’t add up. He didn’t look like me or my husband. People even joked about it sometimes, saying he must take after some distant relative.”
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She paused, wiping at her tears.
“But I brushed it off. He was my son, and that was all that mattered. But when Charlie turned eight, he had to do a family tree project for school. He started asking questions, and I… I couldn’t give him the answers he wanted.”
She sighed.
“It got me thinking, and I decided to take a DNA test. Not because I doubted him, but because I thought it might give us more information about our ancestry.”
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She broke down then, her words coming out in fragments.
“The results came back… and they said Charlie wasn’t mine. I didn’t know what to do. I told myself it was a mistake. I even retook the test, but the results were the same.”
“So, you think Ethan is…?” I asked, unable to complete my sentence.
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She nodded.
“After Charlie passed away because of leukemia, I couldn’t stop thinking about the DNA test. I needed answers. So, I hired a private investigator, and he found hospital records that led me here. Our babies were accidentally exchanged at the hospital. And Ethan… he’s the right age. When I saw him today at school, I just knew.”
“This is insane,” I said, shaking my head. “Even if you think this is true, you can’t just show up and tell a ten-year-old boy that you’re his real mom.”
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“I know,” she said. “I wasn’t thinking. When I saw him, I couldn’t stop myself. He looks so much like my husband used to when he was a boy. I’m so sorry.”
I felt like I was drowning.
My son was my entire world, and now this stranger was claiming he wasn’t mine. It didn’t make sense. It couldn’t be true.
“You’ve got this all wrong,” I said. “Ethan is my son. He’s mine.”
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“I understand why you’d feel that way,” she replied. “But I’m begging you… please, let’s do a DNA test. If I’m wrong, I’ll leave and never bother you again. But if I’m right…”
“I won’t let you take my son away from me even if you’re right,” I told her. “I’ll take the test. But if you’re lying, you’ll regret ever coming here.”
She nodded.
The next few days were pure agony.
Every time I looked at Ethan, I felt a knot tighten in my chest. He was my son and I couldn’t let anything change that fact.
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Arnold was furious when I told him what had happened.
“This is absurd,” he snapped. “Some random woman waltzes in and claims our son isn’t ours? It’s a scam, Maureen.”
“She seemed sincere,” I said, though I wasn’t entirely sure myself. “And if she’s lying, the DNA test will prove it.”
“You actually agreed to this?” Arnold looked at me with disbelief. “Do you realize what this is going to do to Ethan?”
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He was right. This could tear our family apart. But the seed of doubt was already there, and I knew it wouldn’t go away without answers.
“I didn’t have a choice,” I whispered. “What if she’s telling the truth?”
Arnold didn’t respond. Instead, he shook his head and stormed out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
Finally, the results arrived.
My hands shook as I opened the envelope, Arnold standing stiffly by my side.
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I read the words once. Then again. But my brain struggled to process them.
Ethan wasn’t our biological child.
Arnold snatched the paper from my hands.
“This has to be wrong,” he said. “There’s no way…”
But there it was, in black and white.
The boy we had raised, loved, and called our own wasn’t ours.
We met Mrs. Harper at a park to share the results.
It felt safer there, out in the open, with Ethan nearby but far enough away that he couldn’t overhear.
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Mrs. Harper’s face crumpled the moment she saw the paper in my hand.
“I knew it,” she whispered. “I knew he was mine.”
Ethan was blissfully unaware, swinging high on the playground and laughing as the wind tousled his hair.
“What now?” I asked.
Mrs. Harper took a shaky breath.
“I don’t want to take him from you, she said. “You’ve raised him. He’s your son in every way that matters. I just need to be part of his life. Even if it’s small.”
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Arnold clenched his fists.
“Absolutely not,” he said. “You’ve already done enough damage.”
“Arnold,” I said softly.
I could see Mrs. Harper’s pain. Her grief was etched into every line of her face. She had already lost one son, and I was sure we couldn’t deny her the chance to know the other.
After a long, difficult conversation, we agreed to let her visit occasionally.
It wasn’t an easy decision, and Arnold fought me on it for days afterward. But deep down, I knew it was the right thing to do.
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In the weeks that followed, Mrs. Harper slowly became a part of our lives.
At first, it was awkward and tense, but over time, things improved. Talking to her made me realize she was just a grieving mother trying to find a way to move forward.
Ethan didn’t know the full truth, and we decided to keep it that way.
To him, Mrs. Harper was just a new friend who cared about him deeply. And maybe that was enough.
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If you enjoyed reading this story, here’s another one you might like: Diana was painfully preparing herself to say goodbye to her dying husband in the hospital. While she was struggling to process that he had only a few weeks left to live, a stranger approached and whispered the jolting words: “Set up a hidden camera in his ward… you deserve to know the truth.”
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
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