During one particularly bad flare I went on prednisone and gained a ton of weight. My hair was falling out in handfuls. Started growing hair like wolfman on my face, and as a woman, not cool. I couldn't bear to look in the mirror. My mother, bless her heart, said I looked like a linebacker. And the weight stayed for years. I took to calling it "my reserves", you know, in case I ended up in the hospital with a bad flare. It was an unhappy time, to put it mildly. Today, I have used up all the reserve fat and have absolutely no appetite. The peach fuzz on my face remains thick and luxurious. Ultimately it is how you feel inside that matters. Coming to terms with this disease is hard. I hope you feel better!