Last year, cancer took my hair.

I'd never really been too vain about my hair for most of my life, mainly because I hated the texture (randomly "wurly" and near in texture to the Bride of Frankenstein's during rainstorms/on humid days) and never seemed to be able to keep a style without having to break out the fryin' flat iron on a near-daily basis. But then I started coloring it with body art-quality henna, which, over time, turned it a gorgeous shade of cherry cola, and actually tamed some of the frizz. I grew it out for nearly 5 years, and it was very long and very pretty. I was finally proud of my hair; I'd never gotten so many compliments on my hair before in my life!

But then cancer reared its ugly head last year, and threatened my pretty hair. Before cancer could take it completely, I cut all of my hair off and had it made into a hair "halo." Though I can't really wear it anymore (it requires a bald head in order to adhere properly) I can look at my lovely before-cancer hair any time I want! But it's just not the same...

Over the course of the last few months, my hair's returned. It's actually been growing like weeds. It's come in thicker than before; it's also far (far) curlier. Ah, well. Don't get me wrong–I'm absolutely grateful to have the hair that I do now, five months PFC. At this point, I'll take the kinky (hehe) over the Kojak look any day! I guess this is the "new normal," so I'm going to make the best/most of it.

Last year, cancer took my hair. THIS year, I'm taking my friggin' hair back any way I damn well please. Oh.Yeah.

Why yes, it is blue-green.
And yes, that's a cat. :D