Growing up, my mom always used to tell me that "your hair is your crown." So when you're faced with the harsh reality of losing that "crown," you can't help but wonder how you'll feel. At least that is what I experienced the first time my hair fell out due to chemotherapy. I remember four years ago, I walked past mirrors really quickly. I was scared to see what I had become. I was scared to see the girl who used to have hair down her back in high school, have nothing left but strands and awkward bald patches. I am a girl and I am just being honest. Who doesn't love their hair? Sure I had wigs, but they were always hot and uncomfortable and I always felt someone would notice.
What I can tell you is that the second time around isn't nearly as scary. In fact, when I was delivered my diagnosis, my hair was the least of my concerns. For anyone out there that's fighting the good fight, always remember that hair loss is temporary. Because of this I've learned to appreciate myself more. I don't have hair to hide behind, and I rarely wear a wig. I enjoy the freedom of a beanie, and it allows me to be ready in 15 minutes.
Thanks to a clipper-happy boyfriend and very supportive sister, we had some fun with my hair before it went. This is something that I will remember for the rest of my life. It's a moment in time that I will always look back on and smile. Partially because I would never go with any of these hairstyles if the circumstances were different, and because I know that love filled the room that day. Love beats cancer.