My name is Justice. I am a student at the University of Maryland Eastern Shore, majoring in criminal justice. I am quiet but I love meeting new people and I am bald. I have alopecia areata and alopecia traction. My hair started to fall off in the middle of my 1st semester of college. I had a short cut so it was hard to cover it up. But as it grew, it became easier. Even tho my hair was growing it was also falling out, but only in the back. Soon the front started to fall out so I had no choice but to cut it all off.
On Dec 9th 2006, 5 days after my 36th bday I discovered a lump in my left breast. After biopsies the confirmation was stage 3 Breast CA. This year I celebrate Lucky Number 7 year of survival. I became Big Black Beautiful & Bald. I loved my Baldness & cut my hair again in 2011 in support of a coworkers mom that had given up b/c of several recurrences of her Breast CA. I told her as long as she fought I would keep my head shaved, She Fought & fought until she finally won her Battle and went home to be with the Lord in 2012!!
I was diagnosed with alopecia when I was nine years old. I wore a wig for the first year and soon decided it was not for me. I tried steroid injections into scalp and quickly decided it was not for me. Although I have the most severe form of alopecia, which has left me completely hairless, alopecia has not taken away my beauty, but has in fact gifted me with more confidence.
Triumph over struggle and find glory in a relationship with God. It was about twelve years ago when Taedra Morris started losing her hair. She became depressed but hid it well under wigs and weaves, while deep inside she was dying from the fear of being who she really is without hair. Every day was a struggle for her but she finally accepted her hair loss and recently shaved all of what was left of her hair. God gave Taedra peace and with His help and writing this book she is sharing and celebrating her story of confidence, triumph, and victory over baldness, in hopes of inspiring others, especially women, to do the same.
4/15/2014 0 Comments
I was born and raised in Harlem, NY. My problems arose in grade school. I was bullied, my classmates made fun of me because of my big feet, full lips and I was the tallest female in the class. When I got out of school, I got into a relationship that unfortunately continued this type of behavior. As I began my journey into my 20’s I began noticing people from different walks of life were calling me “beautiful”. At first I didn’t understand because I was frustrated with the hair I had, and because of what I was always told. But as time went by, I began to look at myself differently. I began to embrace my uniqueness. In the process of exploring who I was, I decided to shave my hair off. I wanted to get a feel of who I was, of what people were calling beautiful. I wanted to see myself in a different way. This was the only way I was able to get a true essence of who I was. My confidence grew and I began to love myself and my body. I began to embrace all the gifts that GOD has blessed me with. Being a bald woman has given me the confidence that I thought I would never have. Being a bald woman is beautiful, inspirational, inner spirited. I admire women of all races and all ethnicities who have dared to wear a short hairstyle or being bald. This embraces your true inner beauty, enhances your persona and shows you are full of radiant confidence.
I am a stage 2 cervical cancer survivor. I didn't loose my hair to chemo treatments. My hair begin to lose my hair due to stress. I tried to do it myself and totally messed up and had to cut it all off. I continue to wear my hair short to support women and children all over the world battling cancer. I Am Loving It!!!! I haven't felt this confident in years.
After a very bad relationship almost 11 years ago, I shaved my head. I was finally free from a life full of brutality. Domestic violence traumatized me and robbed me of love and purpose. I felt so free after releasing everything that held me back. My hair was the biggest change. Me shaving my head signified that I was in control. Finally in control of my life and destiny and cutting my hair was the most drastic move I could make at the time. I felt amazing. I went on to finish school and get my degree, start my own business, raise a family and write a book. About 2 years ago I created a charity that gives back to domestic violence survivors. The work I do with these women and families has helped me define my purpose again. Purple is the color of Domestic Violence Awareness. This is my tribute to so many who have and are still suffering