Notes From A Trip To Past/Present 016
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Snippets from something on losing my hair
I lost my eyebrows too. Arm hair. Leg hair. Hair down there hair. For months I wore wigs and drew in eyebrows where I thought they should be, where I remembered them once being. I wasn’t telling people. So, I still had to look like me—even though I had no idea who I was when I took my costume off.
