I just could not cope with the strange masses of personality disordered chemo curls anymore. I caught myself with scissors to my hair more than once and I realized it was time to go to a professional! I was totally geek without the chic.
I'm tired of being the weird woman at the grocery store (the only public place I go to) with bed head and mismatching colours. Before this cancer junk I was cute! And I had style! My friends used to call me the style guru. Oh what a sad state I've fallen into.
Unfortunately the haircut didn't fix my head. It's still puffy and doesn't look like me. And I look a little crazy in this after photo. No worries, though, I think I am a little crazy.