Hubby found a 28 piece Conair haircut kit on Craigslist this morning and has suggested we get it. This means either my boys and/or I will be subject to crazy-woman-wielding-power-cutting-trimming-tools, very soon. This is a frightening thought, but not as frightening as the thought of me being - gulp - bald.
Here's my self-talk about the situation:
1. It's just hair, it'll grow back.
2. Hey, I've always wondered what my head was shaped like.
3. I can finally pretend I'm a gypsy and figure out the art of scarf tying.
4. New hairdo every day via wigs (I have 4 already)
5. It'll grow back more lush and beautiful than ever before
But, the fact of the matter is that I'm scared to death of looking like a boy, a freak and/or an alien. Am I REALLY that shallow? Yes. Yes, I am.
I wonder if I'll scare my children?
I can't believe I have cancer.
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