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These past couple days, I finally did it. Despite being told that maybe I should wait until my hair was a little longer, I went ahead and ditched my scarves. (Well, they're actually still hanging in my closet, until I find someone who needs them).

Being so self-conscious, I was having a really hard time doing this. But after being with my friend these past couple days and thinking about all that she will be going through with her baby, something like super-short boy hair seems so incredibly trivial.

So I decided, who cares if someone thinks I have a REALLY bad haircut.

Who cares about the attention and reactions, positive or negative, that I will have to endure.

Who cares about the stares and whispers of small children or the strange looks of adults.

I honestly don't.

I guess the only thing that bothers me is that I feel really sorry for all those lesbians whose hearts will be broken after they discover that my buzz cut is a result of my chemo, and not my sexual orientation.