Taking back some control

From the moment I heard the words breast cancer my biggest fear has been losing my hair. I'm not scared of the chemotherapy or even the extreme surgeries. The scariest thing for me is the thought of losing my hair. Sounds so vain and cliché but it really is my fear. The last time my hair was short I was in 8th grade cutting out a perm... it wasn't a good look. I looked like a lollipop! My hair has been like a security blanket for me. It's part of who I am and my identity.

There are many people that can pull off the look and look amazing. With perfect shaped heads and cute facial features. But a bald me is going to look like a Starbucks Cake pop...

So in order to prepare myself and have some control I had to make a change. On my terms... so I went to my hairstylist.

My hairstylist is amazing and also a breast cancer survivor. So when I sat down I told her I needed to cut before chemo takes it. I needed it to be my own choice. I think I got more emotional talking about cutting my hair than talking about having breast cancer.

But together we picked a shorter style so I could get used to it and it wouldn't be as big a shock. And hopefully I can get a wig to match to make the transition easier. She gave me some great tips and a place to get a wig. She even said she would help me style it.

It felt good having someone I know who knows what I'm going through.

So here it is my transition: