Can we take a minute to chat about the mess that is my hair. Again.
In the week that I’ve finally got to the point post chemo where I can use a proper dye on my hair, I’m still dealing with a lot of the side effects of having had treatment that makes your hair fall out!
I wore head scarves last time I was growing it back out (it was more summery) but people told me I looked like I had cancer and that made me self conscious, plus, real cancer patients, the ones who lost their hair, look at you a bit funny when you rock up in one! Like you’re not really supposed to be joining their gang. (I think I’ve mentioned it before, but online, it feels like there’s a definite hierarchy when it comes to cancer worthiness. People who have lost their hair definitely score higher than people who didn’t. Maybe I’ll do a post all about the hierarchy of cancer one day. If I’m feeling brave! And don’t get me started on the amount of people who’ve been pregnant who have told me that their hair also fell out, like it’s the same thing!)
So I’m getting impatient. I want nice hair now. I want to be able to properly style it. Grow it out of this bob. Have a messy bun. And beachy waves. And a balayage. Basically, I’d take anything right now that didn’t look like I was cultivating a mullet.