I've been warned that Day 18 is the day when your hair starts falling out...and that is today. Happy New Year to me...ha!
Sure enough, if you run a hand through my hair, you will come away with a handful of it. Great.
Taking a shower today pretty much convinces me that this is the end of my hair. HANDFULS of wispy strands. And when I dry it, the towel is COVERED in it. No more denial. And I wish I could say that I handled this well, but I didn't. A good cry was had in the shower. Which is pretty ridiculous because I HATE my hair, always have. Seriously. It's thin, gray, sort of curly, and just will not ever do what I want it to do. So why am I so sad about this?
After my brief sob-fest, I make Keith come upstairs and cut my hair. No, not completely bald (because it's WINTER and COLD and I'm trying to hold onto some hair as long as possible), but SHORT. Like Anne Hathaway in Les Mis short. And the cutting process actually looked a little like the scene from the movie trailer, only with clippers. It was quite the funny experience. And I promise, I will be paying him back the favor...I think it's time for the family to go bald! Who's with me?
Katy Perry wig will be making an appearance by week's end, I'm sure. Stay tuned!