I didn’t cry a single tear when I decided to shave my head. Honestly, I felt empowered. It was a Monday morning. I had started losing hair over the weekend, and washing/drying it before work caused almost half of it to fall out.
I was partially bald on top of my head, so I walked downstairs and told my husband it was time. I sat in the kitchen drinking coffee while my 18-month-old son ate his breakfast and my husband buzzed my head.
This wasn’t how I planned to start my work week. It was just one of those moments that happened and then it was over. I was nervous about how I would look without hair, but I was pleasantly surprised by my baldness.
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