I’m sitting here waiting to see my plastic surgeon. I never thought I would say those words in my lifetime. I was never one for vanity until the prospect of losing a part of my body became a reality. To stay positive, I’ve thrown myself into work. Currently, I’m working on a project to celebrate B.A.Ps upcoming anniversary. I’ve been collaborating with babyz via twitter, instagram and amino. The past month has been a whirlwind of doctors visits. I swear that I live at the hospital now, I’m always here. My surgery is scheduled for late January and afterwards I start my chemotherapy. Is it funny that I’m not scared of losing my hair, but my eyebrows? Isn’t it strange what we fear losing?