Hair

I do not love my hair. I never have. My cancer hair is especially grim (says the lady who already feels weird cancer guilt for not losing all her hair to chemo, so really, no need to tell me how lucky I am, thanks.)

Wonky hormones have resulted in dry, brittle hair and some patchy hair loss. Something needed to be done.

So even though I was feeling depressed (a ridiculous time to cut your hair significantly, I know) I decided to chop it all off.

The result isn't what I asked for. I don't LOVE love the cut but I do love that it's different. I feel a bit peppier. Getting rid of the mop of stringy, frizzy, dead hair has made me feel lighter (and less stringy, frizzy, and dead in general.)

Sometimes I can be such a chick.

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