“Hair isn’t everything” my mom told me once.
As I looked at her through tear soaked, fuzzy eyes.
Gazing out from under the shadows of my new, unwelcome, too-short bangs
“It’ll grow back, it always does.” She offered.
And
“You’re beautiful no matter what.”
And
“You are more important than your hair.”
“Will I lose my hair?” my mom asked the oncologist.
As I looked at her through surprised eyes.
Gazing out from under the hair that did as she promised, 13 years later.
“It’ll grow back, it always does” I offer.
And
“You’re beautiful no matter what.”
And
“Your life is more important than your hair.”
