I was scared I was going to have some weird shape to my head and I was pleased that I didn't.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was terrified. My first week, walking around in a teeny bikini, I kept crossing my arms over my chest because I was afraid I was going to fall out of the top of the suit. And I didn't know anything about technique or lighting.
I was afraid of not living up to what people expected me to be.
I was really excited to get to shave my head - it's something I'd wanted to do for a while and now I had a good excuse. It was nice to shed that level of vanity.
I had my moments when I got very frightened that I would not recover.
I'm very happy. I was little scared because it's such a big bite.
I knew that my hair was falling out and I had really weird skin. My face looked really weird and I was getting this fuzz on my face and I was always cold - always to the point of uncontrollably shaking. I was more scared that 85 lbs. wasn't good enough. I wanted to be lower.
I think I was a bit frightened of having to be a grownup and tried to put that off for as long as I could.
When I was little, I wasn't so little. I had a big old round belly and I was really clumsy, but I was super confident.
I was in good control of my body, and I kept my head still.
I was not scared at all.