I am not my hair, or am I?

You ever notice how your hair is absolutely perfect on wash day? Well magnify that feeling by 100. And that’s how I am feeling. I remember sitting 19 hours to get these damn sister locks installed almost one year ago. And now that I have them like I want them, I lose my hair. Sheesh. Look, I know that hair does not make the person. I know that it grows back, but that doesn’t mean that it doesn’t still SUCK! I’ve noticed that I spend a lot of time in the mirror looking at my hair these days (A whole lot of hand in head syndrome going on.) So it has me questioning whether there is a little vanity that He is trying to release from me. It’s almost like I am coveting my hair. And I know that doesn’t sit right with Him.

Moreover, I know that it’s gonna fall out anyway so why not just cut it off myself before Chemo takes it away? I am NOT a victim, and I will control as much as I can. Besides, I don’t know if I WANT to handle to mental anguish of seeing chunks of my hair fall out. Why add that unnecessary stress?!?!

Well, here are some of my fav hair pics. Guess I will always have memories. 😊 (touch photo for full view)

And here are some wrapped looks that I plan to try. Guess I better get on YouTube to learn how. I’ve never really been a head wrap kind of chic.

Wait! I just had a thought. I’d been waiting forever to get my locks colored. Believe it or not, I’ve never had my hair dyed. This is the perfect opportunity. Hmm let me look at some wigs, pronto. I see a short bob in my future. 😜