And wig 2….

Playing with my new wigs…this is wig number 1….

“You should have not shaven your head, you look ugly.”

Before I went to the gym this morning, I went to drop off my son at my parent’s house. My sister’s were up and I ended up hanging out for a few minutes. I removed my hat just to be a little more comfortable. My dad walks into the living room and with the look of disgust, he says….

“You should have not shaven your head, you look ugly.”

I chuckled and played it off. I went off to the gym and was distracted for a little while but once I was done with kickboxing and in my car driving back to get my son, I broke down and cried.

How could this person who

saw my flare up,

saw when I couldn’t walk,

saw my eyes swollen shut,

saw my suffering through the pain,

saw my body go from fit to out of shape,

saw the rashes,

saw me in the ER,

saw me with a fever of 105,

saw my loss of appetite,

saw my mouth sores,

saw the emotional breakdown

saw me losing my hair…..

say that.

I shaved it off cause I had already lost most of it and he knows that. He could of said,

“Wow your hair is growing back!”

But he says,

“You should have not shaven your head, you look ugly.”

The crying continued in the shower…..