I’m over wearing hats. My sad little ponytail/hat combo made me feel like a half balding hippie man that can’t let go of his long hair from the sixties. You know the type. Don’t mean to hate on those dudes that this applies to, but it just wasn’t the look I was going for. I’m wearing head scarves and am doing my best to rock the Erykah Badu look, but she’s so beautifully unique and I just feel like a pirate. Jack Sparrow is another look that I wouldn’t choose, but so it goes.
I went out in public for the first time with just a scarf on the other day. The world didn’t end. I walked from our house and carried my daughter in the Ergo to meet a friend for coffee. I noticed some stares and saw some really sympathetic looks, like: ‘Poor mom going through chemo with a newborn.’ I wanted to say: ‘I’m ok! It’s just alopecia.’
My fiance shaved my head last night. I thought I’d cry, but I felt relieved. I took a shower and felt like a huge weight had been lifted. Fresh start.