Day Forty Eight

So much for clever hair! It started to fall out in a spectacular fashion in the shower this morning, so I have done it. I have had my head shaved by my best friend. There were tears to start off with but by the end, we were laughing! She threatened to take the hoover to my head, or a really large piece of sellotape! How do I feel? Back in control. It was awful seeing my hair coming away like that, now I have sorted it. My decision, not my hair's. And you know what? It feels fabulous. Really liberating. I put my spare hair on after having my shower, and it looks fine. But right now, I think I am going to be like Gail Porter and wear my cropped hair with pride. That was one of the bravest things I have ever done and now I feel all empowered! I prefer to still be me without my hair. So, lots of make up, large hoop earrings and away I go! I am still smiling.