Don't mind me, just thinking out loud . . .
I think the hardest part of my acceptance with knowing that I am bald and was always going to be bald, was managing how I reacted to people staring at me in public. If I was struggling with dealing with who I am, having people stare at me only added fuel to the fire.
My friends however would just see me for who I am ("You are bald, so what?") and would forget all about the baldness. If anything, I was simply part of the landscape no different than anyone else. So in my experience with them, my baldness did not exist. But when going to the store, for example, kids would point and people would stare and a few might even make a comment or ask a question. And that was hard because while my friends did not seem to make any deal about my being different, other people obviously did. In a way, I could not blame them because I knew there was something different about me, too. But did they have to stare?
Oddly enough, I do not have cancer nor ever had cancer nor is it a reality, but I cannot even begin to count how many times people would come up to me and go, "I know what you are dealing with and god bless you, you will be alright; my brother finished chemo and lost everything (hair) but he is alright now and everything came back." And they would offer a warm smile. Now if I retorted, "But I don't have cancer," there would be a look of shock on that individual's face. On the flip side, I learned that if I replied, "Thank you, that helps," they would walk away with a smile. Now is there something wrong with this picture? Absolutely, the individual still thinks I am sick. But what I had recognized and learned that was even more important was that how other people would react to me would depend very much on how I would react to them.
And here is the weird thing. One day, the world just stopped staring. Maybe people haven't, maybe they have. But suddenly one day, I realized, I didn't notice them anymore. At all.
Perhaps it was because I came to such acceptance with what I have. Maybe it was my attitude toward myself as well as toward others; perhaps I carried a different disposition about myself that was neither inviting nor intimidating, just a blend into everything else. But one day, it just all stopped.