2 yrs, 3 months, and 1 day.

That’s how long it’s been since I walked into a grocery store. That’s how long it’s been since I’ve felt the freedom to peruse and purchase groceries for myself. Holy hell that’s a long time!

There are some things in life that we just assume will always be there. Things that we don’t think twice about. For me, one of those things is my hair. My hair, eyelashes, eyebrows, etc. I’ve thought about all of the ways that I would change them if I could but until now, I hadn’t taken pause to appreciate them and realize just how much they offer me. For me, I didn’t think about this until I began facing the prospect of losing my hair due to medical treatments. This is the very reason that I sat down one night, in an effort to process what is to come and wrote a love letter to my hair.