With my first chemo treatment just 3 days away I knew it was time. I needed to cut my hair. OK, so you are thinking big deal, right? It's hair...it grows back. Well, to me, my hair is a symbol of my youth...of memories...it's part of me. I think the idea of losing my hair is WAY more horrific than losing my boobs. Long hair = Jessica...period...always. I have never had a short haircut, so maybe that is why it's a very difficult concept to get used to. Either way, my hair is going to fall out anyways...right? So, off I went to the hairdresser. By the way, if you live in my neck of the woods you NEED this guys phone number...Bobby is a miracle worker and has an eye for finding your perfect individual cut/style. So, I put myself in his very capable hands....and the results were better than I could have hoped for. For the next 2-3 weeks, before I become the cutest bald chick you've ever seen (hehe) I have one awesome short haircut :) And the best part of it all is the fact I could donate my hair to Locks of Love and help make a wig for a child in need.
No comments:
Post a Comment