Presently, I am dealing with some huge challenges that make me feel like I am running a marathon, but I am determined to finish strong; even if tears are streaming down my face.

I was at the beauty shop talking with a woman about covering up this bald patch, and pricing hair pieces. She told me I have beautiful hair. I was choked up with emotion, and quietly said, "thank you" fighting back tears, and left. I was taken by surprise with the emotion seeping up from within me. I felt slightly embarrassed. Then the feminine warrior began to arise inside of my soul, and I imagined myself standing tall upon a hill with my sword raised up so high it pierced the heavens. I cussed, and swore. Then I made a plan. I purchased my first hat; a feminine athletic style baseball cap to protect my head from the sun. Looking at myself in the mirror I imagined myself completely bald, and I thought, "Not so bad." I can do this. I am beautiful.

I created a new fitness plan, and followed through with it. It is amazing what a little sunshine, and exercise can do. I felt so much better inside, and I liked my hat.

I figure if people can't accept me for who, and what I am; that is their problem, not mine. But I've always been a bit of a non conformist.

My hair continues to fall out, and it is so annoying sometimes. Yet, I can't help but think this hair loss isn't about God punishing me, rather it is about God believing in me. Knowing I will draw closer, absorbing strength as God whispers "Don't quit running; finish strong."