3/26/2015 0 Comments
I was diagnosed with Alopecia at the age of 12. I love having my hair braided. It was so relaxing and peaceful for me. One night, my Mum noticed a bald spot at the base of my head. Two short weeks later, I was diagnosed with Alopecia Areata, an auto-immune disease resulting in hair loss.
We become pros at covering my bald spots: behind my ear, back of my head, on the side of my scalp, even my eyebrows. Until 2005, when one morning during Spring break of my sophomore year in high school, I showered and noticed more hair was falling than usual. 12 days later, I had lost about 80% of my hair.
By the time I was 19, I was living my life as 3 personas. The first was as a blonde. I had a blonde wig that I wore to work daily and people knew me as that. The second, a red-head. This wig was given to me and I wore it to my first class. I was known as the red-head as my freshman year of college. The third and final persona was me. Really me. Bald and beautiful me. Few knew me as who I really was. Eventually, I started letting people in and by doing do, freed myself.
By the time I was 21, I felt comfortable as beautiful, bald me. Of course there's been obstacles and speed bumps along the way but, without the support of family and friends I would't have the confidence I have now.
The love that people have shown, near and far, keeps me going. Knowing that I am accepted as bald is a beautiful and empowering thing.
I would just say to be true to yourselves. Be true to you, there's nothing you-er than you.
People that are inexplicably themselves happen upon success. If that person is bald, blonde or redhead- that's up to you. Coming from someone that tried on all those personas, there's no better feeling than coming home on a hot day and dropping that wig on the front counter and leaving it there.
I am a proud baldy by choice. I was always the type of person to experiment with my hair only because it was honestly my downfall. My last hairstyle before the big chop were locs and maintaining those required lots of patience; I simply had none of that. So I remember sitting in my barbers chair telling him to cut all these things out of my hair lol. During that time I wasn't thinking about how I would look being bald, how I would feel, nor what others would think about me. All I know was that I couldn't take having hair anymore and I wanted something new and different. Ever since then, I become absolutely in love with being bald and I embrace it to the fullest. Always remind yourself this: I am fearfully and wonderfully made.