Bold and Beautiful

Feb 14.2013
The calendar read. Valentine's Day. And what was this gal up to that day?
Flowers? Chocolates? Candle lit dinner? Kisses? Dates? A lover?

Nope.

Instead. I made a rather drastic decision. Off I snuck into my little bathroom and ran the shower. A hot oil treatment I was about to do. But as I got out of the shower and looked into the steamy mirror and wiped the mist away, the reflection that stared back at me shocked me. My hair! My poor hair! They say hair is a woman's shining glory. And to my horror mine had become a mere nightmare...My hairline had disappeared quite drastically and was thinning and shedding with increased intensity as the days progressed...A sense of depression and desparation fell over me...There was NO WAY--NO WAY that I would watch my hair, which I had spent two years (almost 2 years--feb 19th, 2011 was my BC anniversary) of hard work growing my hair only to watch it fall out. I realized that this was what I got a as a result of my eating disorder. One of the many consequences, as I had and still am suffering from low estrogen levels. So anyways..................(back to the point) what did I decide to do as I stared at my reflection that Valentine's day?

*drumroll*

You guessed it. I opened the cabinet and grabbed a pair of scissors and proceeded to cut. I just cut and cut and cut and lost track of time. By the time I looked up, my reflection told a different story. A short haired beauty was staring back at me. And yes I said BEAUTY! But it wasn't complete. So I went to bed and the following day, I returned back to that bathroom mirror and this time I reached for my razor (yes my shaving razor) and I proceeded to shave my head. I shaved until I couldn't shave any more. And when I was done, I was completely and utterly skin bald. And to my surprise, I LIKED IT! They say hair is a woman's shining glory; but in my case my hair wasn't co-operating with me. And so my bald, shiny head has become MY shining glory. I stare back at it, and I'm proud of it. Some like it, while others are confused by it.

I realize I've broken a social norm. Women almost all of the time have hair and are identified by it. But I have defied society and have gone against the grain and have proclaimed my own social norm. And I'm liking it--I'm liking the Bold and the Beautiful life. :)