As some of you know, my mom was diagnosed with cancer in October of 2014. I will never forget coming home for Thanksgiving and my beautiful, brave and strong mom deciding to shave off all her hair before the treatment got a chance to steal it away from her. I lost my mom a little over two months ago. (To many of my dear, dear friends, I'm sorry I haven't reached out to you yet. It's been a hard two months). And although I wasn't brave enough to shave my head with her at the time (and also because she wouldn't let me🙈), today I was able to chop off 7 inches of my hair for charity. My beautiful mom was such a strong woman; she never let cancer become her identity. To her family, she was never sick, never a victim, never cancer. She was always a mother, always a wife, always a friend, always herself... Despite the unthinkable battle she fought. Today a piece of me is healed knowing that my hair can possibly help someone maintain their own identity in spite of their own unthinkable battle. This gesture, of course dedicated and inspired by my mom. (Although I know she would kill me for chopping my hair this short) But hair grows back. Just like a worn spirit. It just takes a little time, a little healing and a lot of faith. And I know my mom is still with me every inch of the way. ❤️❤️❤️ (at Shoreditch)
