After years of trying to control my looks, surrendering has been healing.
It was the new me, the survivor, who created a profile on Coffee Meets Bagel last spring. I didn’t talk about cancer in my profile, but I posted a picture of myself with a mohawk, taken at the head-shaving party I threw before chemo.
It’s my way of saying, ' If you don’t want to know, you’re probably not my match.' That picture has encouraged beautiful first-date conversations about how life doesn’t go the way we want but that doesn’t mean it’s not good. I’ve started to gravitate to people who haven’t had such easy roads.
Only one guy I dated didn’t want to talk about my cancer history. I just met someone on the app; he’s my age but has been through divorce.
He passed the test by being willing to hang out with my friends and me at the park on our second date.