Sheared Beauty

I was once a beautiful blonde. That was before cancer left me bald and with no hair. The cancer aged me like the chemo treatments that sheared years off my life and self image. Now I realize how much of my life was predicated upon beauty; how men and women perceived my body and it's importance. I have lost the facade of beauty and I'm left me with my self-esteem in shambles like some ancient decayed civilization.