Short Hair Don't Care

Am I actually kinda liking my short hair? A little bit. Who knew that I'd be into it. Some days I do feel like a boy or I am anxious for the front to grow a little bit more, but I don't hate it. I even feel a tiny bit confident and almost cocky and I am allowing it because I need it right now. I've always been a bit insecure. I got my nose done a few years ago because I got teased so much as a kid. I was never the pretty girl growing up, which is why I became the funny girl. But now, I feel like the pretty girl (and the funny girl, because let's face it, I'm fucking hilarious). It's interesting that cancer has given me confidence, but shoot, I'll take it.

Me, Stacie and Erin from Erin's photography exhibit this weekend