So I got to work…after wearing my hair down it looked like someone had rubbed a shedding cat all over my clothes. Mitchel, my coworker wasn’t wearing his glasses and asked did I get a cat. Mom walks over and starts picking my hair off my shirt saying no, its not a cat…its just her hair. “honey you should really look into getting a wig, this is just awful.”
Yep, that was devastating. My own mother said that to me today! She knows I’m pretty upset…like i tear up when i put my pony tail up and end up with a wad of hair in my hand. I couldn’t take anymore at work so I just left and went to my grannys house. She insisted we go shopping which of course makes me feel great, especially sense she bought it. Never mind the fact that it was a mega-oldfart store full of old farts she went to church with. lol
So I get home and it settles in…something else my mom said trying to repair what she had said earlier.
Mom: “All sorts of women loose their hair to chemo and no one would ever know the difference unless they told you their wearing a wig. Lots of men can love a bald woman, hair isn’t everything”.
—I know she meant this the best way possible but really.
Me: “Yeah mom, the guy who already doesn’t want to marry me is totally gonna dig the fact that I’m going bald…oh and I’ll probably have breast cancer and loose my tits too sense our family has it so bad…oh and my lady parts don’t even work…I cant even give him a fucking child! I’m a defective woman, unless the man is into asses, doesn’t care about looks, doesn’t care that my health is deteriorating right in front of him, doesn’t want kids. I’m Irish, luck isn’t on my side here….”
mom: “why cant you get plastic boobies and a wig…he doesnt want kids and if he cared about looks that much he wouldnt be dating you.”
Me: “gee thanks. lol”
I sabotaged my diet today…i was starving because i was suppose to get lunch at work but never got it due to serious issues with equipment. I went to la carretta and that was the best fucking enchilada in the entire world. I had chicken and a cheese one. I also had like a basket of chips and salsa. I guess we have to cheat every now and then…I’ll be better tomorrow. Promise.
Ps. I’d be so hot with fake boobs. I have no protest to getting plastic surgery. God created plastic surgeons to fix his accidents during the process. lol Plus if it makes you feel better then fuck it. Fake tatas all the way! Mine aren’t small by any means…but hey they can always use a perk up right?
