At 32, I never imagined I’d be facing a breast cancer diagnosis. This wasn’t the road I planned—but I’m walking it with courage, with strength, with fear, with hope. Full of dreams. Full of fight.

If you know me, you know I loooove my hair. My thick, curly, wild hair—it’s been part of me for as long as I can remember. It’s how I express myself. It’s something that has always made me feel bold, beautiful, and me. And while I know hair doesn’t define who I am, losing it is going to be one of the hardest parts of this journey.

That’s why I’m raising money for a high-quality, natural-looking wig—to help me hold onto a sense of normalcy, confidence, and identity while going through treatment. Something that lets me still recognize the woman in the mirror, even when so much else is changing.

Any contribution—no matter how small—means the world to me. Thank you for supporting me through this chapter. Your kindness helps me feel strong, seen, and supported.

With love, Rachel