Sometimes you just have to cut your hair. When it's becomes a security blanket. After it becomes who you are.
Ask anyone who's experienced radiation- hair is only the thing on your head. It's not you, it's just decoration.
You are strength, love, wisdom. You are the results of all the good and bad times. You are laughter and tears. You are perfect and imperfect. You are the rain that falls and the sun that shines. You are amazing. You are you. The person inside.
Who are you?