Pop Icon Cyndi Lauper Battles Secret Illness: The Painful Truth Behind Her ‘True Colors

There’s something magical about Cyndi Lauper, the lively artist behind the 1983 hit “Girls Just Want to Have Fun,” a song that quickly became a global anthem, encouraging women everywhere to embrace fun and freedom.

Lauper is the definition of cool. Her quirky, carefree personality, playful fashion, and colorful hair inspire people with her message to always be yourself.

However, behind the playful voice that spreads joy to her listeners, Lauper battles a severe skin condition called psoriasis. At one point, it was so intense that, as she described, “It looked like someone threw boiling water on me.”

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The legendary pop star, now 69, recently opened up about her ongoing battle with psoriasis—a chronic skin condition that has no cure—since she was first diagnosed in 2010.

Psoriasis can cause severe pain, itching, discomfort, and rough, scaly patches on the skin. About 8 million people in the U.S. and 125 million globally live with this condition.

Lauper’s symptoms started as scalp irritation and general discomfort, which worsened over time.

Initially, she thought her itchy scalp was from frequently coloring her hair, but the symptoms continued, causing both physical pain and emotional strain for the award-winning musician.

The “Time after Time” singer is a busy mother, touring pop star, and activist.

Inspired by her sister Ellen, who is a lesbian, Lauper has become a strong supporter of LGBT rights, working tirelessly to advocate for the community.

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Her 2005 song “Above the Clouds” was written in honor of Matthew Shepard, a 21-year-old gay student who was beaten to death in Wyoming. Lauper also started the “True Colors” concert tour in 2007-2008, which raises support for local and private LGBT charities and organizations.

Besides her advocacy, Lauper has an impressive career as a singer, songwriter, and actor. Over the past forty years, she has received many awards, including a Tony Award, two Grammy Awards, an MTV Music Video Award, and an Emmy Award for her role in a 1995 episode of the TV show *Mad About You*.

She also has a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame, is a member of the Songwriters Hall of Fame, and in 2013, her humanitarian work earned her a special invitation to attend President Barack Obama’s second inauguration.

Despite her diagnosis, Lauper continues to stay strong. She is committed to not letting psoriasis hold her back and works on managing stress to avoid triggering flare-ups.

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When she was first diagnosed and dealing with severe psoriasis, Lauper wrote the music and lyrics for the Broadway musical *Kinky Boots*, which won her a Tony Award for Best Original Score. She became the first woman to win a Tony in that category on her own. The show also won five more Tony Awards, including Best New Musical.

In a conversation with the American Academy of Dermatology (AAD), Lauper openly shared her experience living with the autoimmune skin condition, hoping her story might help others.

“I’ve never been able to really manage stress,” she admitted, explaining that she now takes a holistic approach to healing and stress relief both at home and on the road. She learned reiki, a Japanese technique for relaxation, saying, “That helps me.”

Along with reiki, Lauper works to stay grounded by meditating, practicing yoga, or taking walks in the fresh air with her dog and her husband, David Thornton, whom she married in 1991. The couple has one son, born in 1997.

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“It’s not a bad thing to take care of yourself,” Lauper said, urging people to always “make a little time for you.”

She encourages starting small. “How about five minutes for you?” she added.

Lauper speaks with resilience about her experience, explaining that “when psoriasis gets really bad, it’s really hard to get up again.” She shared that at times, she couldn’t regulate her body temperature, leading to chills that could result in hypothermia. Even when resting, her condition only worsened, and hearing people dismiss it as “just a rash” added to her struggles.

“You don’t have to suffer,” Lauper said. Treatments, such as topical and oral medication or injections, can help ease the often unbearable symptoms of psoriasis. For Lauper, she found relief with Novartis’ Cosentyx, and as a spokesperson for the medication, she happily shares that she’s been “four years clear.”

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In 2017, Lauper spoke with HealthDay about managing her psoriasis.

“It’s funny—you start wearing gloves, or this and that, hoping [psoriasis] is invisible, but it’s not. I didn’t show it off, like, ‘Woo-hoo, check this out!’ Doesn’t everyone try to hide it? You’d be surprised how many people have it and don’t talk about it. It’s one of those invisible things, so it’s good to talk about it.”

She shares more about it on her podcast *PsO in the Know*, where she talks with celebrities, advocates, and everyday people who offer insights on living with psoriasis.

The show is now in its third season and is available on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, Google Podcasts, Pandora, and Stitcher.

Lauper isn’t the only celebrity with psoriasis. Kim Kardashian, now 42, was diagnosed at 30 and is open about her challenges. Her mom, Kris Jenner, 67, had her first outbreak in her late 20s and said it was “life-changing.” Other celebrities with psoriasis include musician Art Garfunkel, 81, actor Jon Lovitz, 65, and Jerry Mathers, 74, known as “The Beaver.”

My Wife and I Went to an Orphanage to Adopt a Child and Found a Girl Who Is a Carbon Copy of Our Daughter

When my wife and I visited an orphanage to adopt, we never expected to meet a little girl who looked exactly like our daughter at home. The shock deepened when we discovered the unimaginable truth.

“Emily, are you ready? My mom will watch Sophia, so we have the whole day.” I tied my shoes as my wife came down the stairs. She looked nervous, brushing invisible wrinkles off her blouse.

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A woman fastening her zipper | Source: Pexels

“I think so, David,” she said softly, her voice tinged with uncertainty. “I just… I hope we’re doing the right thing. What if the child doesn’t connect with us?”

I walked over and held her hands. “We’ve talked about this for months. You’ve read every book. We’re as ready as we’ll ever be. Besides, no child could resist your pancakes.”

Emily chuckled, her cheeks flushing pink. “Thanks for that vote of confidence.”

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A smiling man talking to his wife | Source: Pexels

Sophia, my five-year-old daughter from my first marriage, poked her head out of the living room. “Can I have pancakes tomorrow, Mommy?”

Emily’s face softened. “Of course, sweetheart.” She smiled, but there was a flicker of sadness in her eyes. I knew she loved Sophia like her own, but I also knew she wanted another child who would call her “Mommy” from the start.

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A smiling woman in a dress | Source: Midjourney

As we drove to the shelter, the air in the car was thick with anticipation. Emily stared out the window, twisting her wedding ring.

“You okay?” I asked.

“I’m just scared,” she admitted. “What if we can’t find a child who feels like… ours?”

I reached over and squeezed her hand. “We will. It’s like you always say—love finds a way.”

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A nervous woman in a car | Source: Midjourney

When we arrived, the shelter director greeted us warmly. Mrs. Graham was an older woman with silver hair and kind eyes. “Welcome. I’m so glad you’re here.”

Emily nodded, a small, polite smile on her face. “Thank you, Mrs. Graham. We’re excited and… a little nervous.”

“That’s natural,” Mrs. Graham said reassuringly. “Why don’t we start with a quick chat in my office?”

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A smiling woman in her office | Source: Pexels

In her cozy office, surrounded by photos of happy families, we explained what we were looking for in a child. “We’re open to any background,” I said. “We just want to feel a connection.”

Mrs. Graham nodded. “I understand. Let me show you the playroom. The kids are all unique, and I think you’ll feel that connection when it’s right.”

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A smiling woman wearing a black sweater | Source: Pexels

The playroom was alive with laughter. Children were running, drawing, and playing games. Emily’s face lit up as she saw a little boy building a tower of blocks.

“Hi there!” she said, crouching beside him. “That’s a tall tower. What’s your name?”

The boy grinned. “Eli. Don’t knock it over!”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Emily said with a laugh.

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A woman playing with a boy | Source: Midjourney

I found myself chatting with a girl drawing on a chalkboard. “What are you making?”

“A unicorn,” she said confidently. “You’re big. Are you a dad?”

“I am,” I said. “Do you like dads?”

“They’re okay,” she said with a shrug.

Emily caught my eye across the room, her expression a mix of joy and confusion. I knew she was feeling the same thing I was. How could we possibly choose anyone?

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A puzzled man | Source: Freepik

I felt a tiny tap on my shoulder and turned around. Standing there was a little girl, maybe five years old, with big, curious eyes.

“Are you my new dad?” she asked, her voice soft but confident.

My heart stopped. She looked just like Sophia—same honey-brown hair, same round cheeks, same deep dimples when she smiled.

“Uh, I…” My voice caught in my throat.

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A shocked man | Source: Pexels

The girl tilted her head, studying me with an expression of innocent expectation, like she already knew the answer. Then, as if to confirm something in her mind, she reached out her hand.

That’s when I saw it—a small, crescent-shaped birthmark on her wrist. My heart raced. Sophia had that exact same birthmark in the same spot.

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A young girl in a playroom | Source: Midjourney

“Emily,” I whispered, turning to my wife who had been standing a few feet away. She was gripping the edge of a table for support, her face pale. “Look at her wrist.”

Emily stepped closer, her eyes wide. “David… she—she’s…”

The little girl smiled shyly. “Do you like puzzles?” she asked, holding up a piece. “I’m really good at them.”

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A girl showing a man a puzzle | Source: Midjourney

I knelt down, my knees barely holding me as my mind spun. “What’s your name?” I managed to ask, my voice trembling.

“Angel,” she said, her voice bright and cheerful. “The lady here said it suits me.”

Angel. My chest tightened. That name. It hit me like a lightning bolt. Angel was the name my ex-wife, Lisa, had wanted if we ever had another daughter.

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A shocked man holding his head | Source: Freepik

I stood up quickly, my mind reeling. Memories from years ago came flooding back. Four years earlier, Lisa had shown up at my house, nervous and fidgeting.

“David, I need to tell you something,” she’d said, her voice shaking. “When we divorced, I was pregnant. I didn’t know how to tell you. I gave birth to a little girl… she’s yours. I—I can’t take care of her. Will you?”

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A sad woman in her living room | Source: Midjourney

That’s how Sophia came into my life. But twins? Lisa had never mentioned twins.

“David?” Emily’s voice brought me back to the present.

I looked at her, then back at Angel. She was still smiling, holding the puzzle piece as if nothing life-changing had just happened.

“I need to make a call,” I said, pulling my phone out of my pocket.

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A man talking on his phone | Source: Pexels

I walked to a quieter corner of the playroom and dialed Lisa’s number. My hands were trembling as I waited for her to pick up.

“David?” Lisa answered after a few rings, her voice a mixture of surprise and concern. “What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

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A woman talking on her phone | Source: Pexels

“No, Lisa. Not even close,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “I’m at a children’s shelter with Emily. There’s a little girl here who looks exactly like Sophia. She has her birthmark, Lisa. She’s Sophia’s twin. Care to explain?”

Silence hung heavy on the line. For a moment, I thought she’d hung up. Then, I heard her take a shaky breath.

“David,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper, “I—I didn’t think you’d ever find out.”

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A puzzled man talking on his phone | Source: Freepik

“You knew?” I said, struggling to keep my tone calm.

“Yes,” she admitted. “I had twins. When I found out I was pregnant, I was terrified. I was broke, barely able to take care of myself. I couldn’t handle two babies, David. I gave Sophia to you because I knew she’d have a better life with you. I… I thought I’d come back for Angel when I was ready, but I never got stable enough. I thought you’d hate me if you found out.”

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A sad woman talking on her phone | Source: Midjourney

“Hate you?” I repeated, my voice rising. “Lisa, you lied to me about my own child. You didn’t think I had the right to know?”

“I was ashamed,” she said, her voice breaking. “I thought I could fix it someday. I thought… maybe I’d have a chance to make it right.”

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A sad woman talking on her phone | Source: Freepik

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, forcing myself to stay calm. “Lisa, I’m taking her home. Angel is my daughter, and she deserves to be with her family.”

Lisa hesitated for a moment. Then she said quietly, “I understand. Take care of her, David. She deserves the world.”

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A serious man talking on his phone | Source: Midjourney

I ended the call and stood there for a moment, letting the reality of the situation sink in. Angel wasn’t just a child who looked like Sophia, she was Sophia’s twin. My twin daughters.

I turned back to the playroom, where Emily was kneeling beside Angel, helping her fit a puzzle piece into the board. She looked up as I approached, her eyes shimmering with tears.

“She’s ours,” I said firmly.

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A man talking to his wife in a playroom | Source: Midjourney

Emily nodded, her voice trembling. “I already knew.”

Angel looked between us, her small face lighting up. “Does that mean you’re my new mom and dad?”

I crouched beside her, taking her tiny hand in mine. “Yes, Angel. That’s exactly what it means.”

Emily reached over and hugged her, her tears spilling freely now. “We’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered.

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A woman hugging her daughter | Source: Pexels

Angel giggled, wrapping her arms around Emily. “I knew it. I just knew.”

In that moment, I realized something profound: love doesn’t just find a way—it creates miracles. And this was ours.

The adoption process moved faster than we’d hoped. Mrs. Graham and her team were incredibly supportive, guiding us through each step. A week later, it was official.

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A woman signing documents | Source: Pexels

The day we brought her home, Sophia was waiting by the door, clutching her favorite stuffed bear. Her eyes lit up as soon as she saw Angel.

“Daddy, who’s that?” she asked, her voice curious.

I knelt down, pulling Angel beside me. “Sophia, this is Angel. She’s your sister—your twin.”

Sophia’s jaw dropped. “Twin? We’re the same?” She ran forward, throwing her arms around Angel.

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A smiling little girl | Source: Pexels

Angel laughed, hugging her back.

From that moment, the girls were inseparable. They compared everything—birthmarks, favorite colors, and even how they liked their sandwiches. Emily and I stood in the doorway, overwhelmed by the sight of them together.

“We did it,” Emily said, wiping her tears.

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Twin sisters playing with a laptop | Source: Pexels

“No,” I whispered. “They did.”

Five years later, our home is filled with laughter and love. Sophia and Angel are sharing secrets and adventures like only twins can.

Emily has embraced motherhood fully, cherishing every chaotic, joyful moment.

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A smiling woman on a chair | Source: Pexels

One evening, as the girls practiced a dance routine in the living room, I turned to Emily. “Do you ever think about how far we’ve come?”

“All the time,” she said, smiling.

Watching our daughters together, I realized how love had brought us here. It reminded me that family isn’t about biology only, but about the bonds we choose to nurture.

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A man with his daughters | Source: Pexels

And love, as always, found a way.

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.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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