10/05/2026
Cancer has taken so much from me already.
But I’ll be damned if it gets to decide when it takes my hair.
I get to decide.
I was afraid to post this photo.
But this is me right now.
And when I look at this woman, I see someone who has been through a lot.
Someone who has experienced a lot of loss. Someone whose body and life have changed in ways she never asked for.
But she’s still standing here.
Fighting.
Smiling.
And believing there is still something fu***ng beautiful waiting for her on the other side of this.
I’ve spent so much of my life being hard on myself.
I was the one who decided I needed to be successful enough. Thin enough. Fit enough. Productive enough. Strong enough. Pretty enough.
Nobody was demanding those things from me.
I was.
And maybe one of the strangest things cancer has given me is the ability to look at myself differently.
Because when I look at this photo, I’m not looking for what’s wrong with her.
I’m looking at everything she’s survived.
I don't fu***ng care what anyone thinks about what I look like right now.
More importantly, I’m done being the one who tears her apart.
Today I’m going to celebrate her.
The woman who shaved her head before cancer could take that choice from her.
The woman who has lost so much and still believes there is more ahead.
The woman who is still fu***ng standing.
Today, I celebrate me.