I was and still one who is content with what I have. Yes I always wanted to gain weight and had a love/hate relationship with my knees, but over all I love me just the way I am, grey hair and all..
Cutting my hair and preparing for the bald patches was probably 1 of the toughest things I had to deal with within Cancer. I always did the impossible to have healthy hair and loved its soft texture and length.. I simply love/ loved my hair.
Waking up in the morning looking in the mirror seeing my scalp peaking at me through the scattered hairs across my skull is like a stab to the heart every morning..
Now let's talk about the things that shouldn't be said. I don't envy people, il7amdillah I don't have that in me because am content with what I have, the good and bad. But these days when I go out and see girls with beautiful hair I look away. Akhaf I look at them anthilhom aw nafsy t9eer eb sh3arhom la sh3oreyan. Every time I see such I say mashallah alah ya7fthich, even if she's English and look away.
Other day mother saw a girl with phenomenal hair mashallah and told me look at her. I looked at the floor and told her mama I can't look akhaf 3ala elbnaya, waited till she passed then looked up. Mabi kha6ry y9eer eb hal shay bs I can't walk around all the time looking at the floor :/