I should start this post by saying that before surgery they do tell you that there will be hair loss. They do not tell you that it could be a lot, a lot, a lot of hair. So there is that. They also don't tell you that if you have some vitamin deficiencies then you could develop skin discoloration. In my case I am the only one that really notices it but it's like having a giant pimple on my nose. They also don't tell you that you will wake up one day and see yourself in a whole new light. You don't. You look in the mirror and see the same person. Seriously. The only time I see the weight loss is when I put on a smaller item of clothing. So combine those three things with a really, really bad several weeks at work and that spells recipe for a Major Meltdown!
So today I took the bus to work. It's cheaper and I don't have to deal with traffic. On my way home I was feeling stressed. I was feeling self conscious. I was feeling really tired (oh I have no voice that added to it too). I went to fix my ponytail and pulled out a huge was of hair. Enough to give a doll a wig. I cried. I am not vain, but I have been trying to grow my hair out for a really long time to donate it. So I cried, saw the salon, went in and asked them to chop my hair.
I have to say that for me it was like chopping off all of my past. I have a long way to go with my weight loss, but cutting off my hair felt like cutting off the 70lbs of emotions I have been carrying around with me for years. I have had haircuts before, but this one felt different. I feel better and more confident. I need to give a shout out to Utopia Hair Salon in Liverpool because they are amazing. I don' remember my stylists name, but she has my info so I will see her again.
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