I want to take a second to emphasize that I have a lot of fun in my life. I find that there is no cure quite like laughter. Many find other ways of getting this satisfaction and to each his own. But here’s how I see it: very few things make me feel better than laughing.
Here’s a short list of said things:
- A big hug. Seriously, nothing better.
- Talking with people I love (which quickly turns into laughter anyways.)
Having the ability to turn your negatives into a laughing matter is a fantastic quality. Many people think I struggle with my hair loss every day and that life must be so hard being a bald woman in today’s society. And for the most part- they’re right. Of course it isn’t easy sticking out everywhere you go; of course I don’t like being stared at or having people point at me. I’m what some call, an anomaly or irregularity so, I attract a fair amount of attention where ever I go. I’m fairly certain there are few days I have spent in public where someone hasn’t said something to me about my “abnormality.”
Here’s where it gets interesting: people that spend time with me every day (boyfriend, friends, and family) don’t recognize that I’m any different. So when people approach us, we look at them like they are just as strange as I am.
For example, my boyfriend and I go out to Bed Bath & Beyond. We’re shopping for towels (it’s a real exciting Sunday.) We’re pushing a cart down the aisle and every section we pass people look over their shoulders to see this bald woman cruising down the store like nothing’s the matter. My boyfriend wonders why everyone is staring as if we were naked or something. Nope, it’s simply my bald head that people find so fascinating.
It’s worse when he shaves his head. Then everyone thinks I’m in chemotherapy and he’s shaved his head in support and we’re some miraculous couple battling life and death. We’re not. The man simply likes his head shaved because it’s less hassle. We’re just your average recent college grads looking for towels that match the somewhat off brown color in our bathroom.
Whenever my family comes to stay with us, they don’t realize that I don’t have a hair dryer. Or hair ties. Or bobby pins. Or shampoo or conditioner. Or an extra razor. Or any standard bath amenities women have on hand. Nope, I ran out about 9-10 years ago. I don’t keep a stash readily available.
Having fun is a necessity to overcome the struggle of hair loss. Having shirts that say “I’m too sexy for my hair, that’s why it isn’t there” is so everyone else can laugh about their own issues as well. A change in perspective and maybe, just maybe, a change in attitude.