My life has been centered around my hair. My mom was a beautician and she was doing my hair from the moment I was born. My aunts were getting their hair done for dances as I watched rows of ratted curls grow high upon their heads,  with ringlets in the back. That was my favorite transformation. Also my aunts would use soup cans to get big straight curls. It was alway the center of conversation around my house. When I realized that I would be bald because of the chemo treatments I was receiving, it was a big shock. Then when it happened it was devastating, but change is good and I was a somewhat up to the challenge. Looking at myself is still a shock. I have heard some eye opening comments. One little girl said,”It is ok, when I look at you I will imagine that you have hair” I adore her and understand that she doesn’t want to face the fact that I look very different without hair. I want that little girl to know as well as everyone else out there that it is ok to be bald. It is what it is. It is ok