In July of 2010, right before I started 8th grade we found a large lump on my neck. After a year of testing and a risky biopsy on a later determined inoperable tumor I was diagnosed with angiofollicular lymphatic hyperplasia. Cancer. After my surgery at the end of 8th grade I went on to endure 11 rounds of steroids. Then in my freshman year of high school, April-June of 2012, I did radiation therapy to my neck and head 5 days a week for 6 weeks and lost a good portion of my hair. I don't have pictures because I was so ashamed. I was bullied so terribly over my hair and burn marks.
But looking back I regret not having more pictures. I regret not showing it off. I let people's cruelty overcome me and turn a time of character building into an even worse experience.
Though I still have cancer now I have hair. It is very short and I wear extensions.
The world has painted this stereotype woman that any 17 year old would want to be, but the truth is that beauty is a persons heart not their appearance.
I have been wearing my hair in all it's short glory more often lately and looking for what few pictures I do have left.
Bald Is Beautiful!