And a beauty in soul and courage…
As she ran her fingers through her hair on that cold December night and was sad to see that the chemicals had started to sink in, she knew it wouldn’t be long before she would have to make a decision she never thought she’d have to make.
To let the hair go on its own? Or to take it all off?
We told her what the right decision should be. But it’s always easier to preach when you’re not the one cringing as you look at yourself in the mirror.
She decided that she wanted to cling to it more. It kept her warm, she said. She felt safer with it, she said.
So the hair kept falling. And she kept trying to hide it.
I remember the day well. I got back home from class to see her wearing a wig. I smiled. I knew she had taken the…
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