Bald is the new beautiful. <Thank you Chemo>

Yesterday and today have been really hard emotionally for me. For the simple fact that I am bald. I know that sounds weird, but it's hard. I never knew how much I hid behind my hair, as though it was my security blanket. So, when I sat in the chair yesterday while a friend buzzed my hair off I knew there was no turning back. I was okay up until the point when I saw my bangs fall to the ground.... and than I went into complete shock

To be honest... I don't know what was more traumatizing, looking in the mirror for the first time with no hair on my head or going in public and having all the awkward glances come my way. At first last night I really let it get me down. I did not allow myself to relax because I was so concerned about what people were thinking or even worse what they were saying about my decision.

After a while I began to get comfortable, for the simple fact that I began to remember why I did this. Let me explain....

My mom started chemo on August 29th, and they warned her that she would be going bald. She was really struggling with this, because she thought that without her wig she would be considered ugly. She waited as long as she could to shave her head and called me two nights ago traumatized by the fact that she was bald. So, the next day... as moral support my roommate (Amanda) and I went to a friends house and he shaved our heads. We did not tell her about it and showed up this morning with our heads bald and she started crying. We told her that we did it for her. It was our way of letting her know she is not alone in any of this... that we will be there every step of the way.

As hard as it is for me to walk around bald it's even harder for my mom. I did this by choice and she did it because she had to...