Per the recommendation from my sister and her distain for my uneven sideburns, I received my first haircut since regrowth! How fun. But I must admit I was a little sad. I didn’t want to cut one little strand off.
I don’t really know why hair is a mini obsession of mine. I have really learned how much we are defined by our looks. Another aspect is loving something you never thought you could do/pull off. Being bald was liberating. The buzz look was healthy and a little GI Jane. The new pixy is whimsical.
PS: Yes, I was taking photos in the bathroom waiting for my mom and sister. Keeping it classy!