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I am not my hair


I am not my hair. I am not my hair. I am not my hair. ... Which is a good thing because my hair was cut and discarded yesterday. With or without a cap on, I tried to avoid mirrors for the rest of the day — but I caught my shadow a few times last night: on my white walls, in the window, on the TV screen. Definitely a bald shadow. I'm trying to look at it as one more milestone on the trip, one more milestone I'm making it through.

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