What would my life be like without trichotillomania?

It wouldn't take me 30 minutes to put my hair in a ponytail because I always hate the way it looks.
I could have bangs.
I wouldn't instinctively look into every mirror or reflective surface I pass by.
I might not have depression, which means I wouldn't constantly worry.
I wouldn't feel like I'm not good enough.
I might be able to see this "beautiful girl" that lives in my body that I've heard about.
I might be happier.  

It's a big question, and I'll never know what life would actually be like for me. But. I like to imagine.