Bald update

[mamagaea]

So, I'm sitting at work with my new fuzzy purple hat, writing to you now. I haven't been brave enough to take off my hat in front of my co-workers yet. But my head hasn't gotten hot enough to take it off either. I have to admit that I'm scared. Stripping away something that is a source of pride is a scary thing. I look at everyone with their hair all styled and coiffed and I think, their hair is a source of their identity. If you stripped away their hair, they would lose a part of themselves and most likely wouldn't know what to do.

I don't know what to do.

I've stripped myself of something I always enjoyed about myself. Heck, I even took the time to take special pictures when I thought I was having a good hair day. You've seen them. But I need to love all of me, not just a part of me. That's what I keep telling myself. So, the first day of the rest of my life is scary, but all things of this nature should start out this way, don't you think?

Nervous, but alive nonetheless,
Christina