We would like to introduce to you our Baldie of the Month of April, Ms Chloe James. This gorgeous Bald beauty was chosen not only because of how beautiful she is, inside and out, but because when she looked in the mirror after going bald, SHE SAW HER and realized that Hair didn't determine her beauty. She was beautiful because she said so, and it's been like that for her ever since. Be Inspired by her story below.
I'm Bald because I live in Freedom. My bald head represents my freedom. My freedom to choose who I want to be and what I want to do. It is my way of speaking without ever saying a word. My bald head represents my sexuality: it says that I am open to all things beautiful, because I am one of those beautiful things.
When did you realize that Hair didn't determine your beauty? One night, as I stood looking in my bathroom mirror, I intensely began studying my facial features. I looked at the shape of my eyes, the curve of my nose, the highness of my cheeks, the fullness of my lips... and I realized just how naturally beautiful I was. Then my eyes trailed to the top of my head, and they stayed there for a second. It was in that moment that I realized, though I looked beautiful on the outside, I didn't feel beautiful on the inside. I had no clue who I was, or what I wanted out of life. All I knew to be true, was that I had successfully measured up to and met the standards of what is looked at as " Conventional Beauty". I had long hair, a pretty face, a nice body, all the things that one desires to be "Beautiful". On the outside I was a complete Winner, but on the inside I couldn't have been more of a Loser. I was lost. Partially because I had no identity. I looked, felt and acted like every girl I knew. It was in that moment, that I had a desperate desire to "SEE" myself. Not the self that I thought I was, or the self that people knew me to be, but the self that I was deep down inside. I wanted to meet the strong, confident and independent woman that I knew had lived inside of me all this time, but I also knew it would take something drastic to bring her out. So I grabbed my uncle's clippers and I shaved my head, completely. I placed the clippers on the counter and I looked in the mirror again, and for the first time in my life, I can honestly say: I SAW ME. That was the moment that I realized: Hair didn't determine my beauty. I was beautiful because I said so, and it's been like that ever since
What words of encouragement would you share with someone who isn't confident with themselves as you are? Love yourself for who you are naturally, whatever natural means for you. It's a certain peace that comes with seeing yourself everyday for the first time. Make an effort daily to love the person you see