I went to get my first mammogram. I was already uncomfortable with the fact I could not wear, perfume, lotion or deodorant. I have anxiety from the horror stories of getting a mammogram. I enter the waiting area and all eyes are on me. Instantly it occured to me, my bald head was associated with me perhaps having breast cancer. I suddenly felt like the star attraction at a freak show. I was filled with many emotions in which I could not easily identify. It took every ounce of my energy not…

I was at the mall last night looking for some MAC lip glass and I noticed a bald model on the Fashion Fair billboard. Of course I was delighted to see a bald woman. The clerk told me the woman was discovered sitting in Starbucks and offered to model for Fashion Fair. I could not hold back my 2 part emotion; beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but also being in the right place at the right time.

Here is the link for you to see this beautiful model…

I am celebrating 30 days of being"Bald and Proud".

I just wish I had done it sooner.

I think this poem convey how I feel.

Being a slave to society's whimsical tune about beauty

I conformed by buying hair that was not mine

Taken from the heads of people in foreign lands

Convinced their contribution will be paid back by GOD.

The long tresses I wore despite the guilt

Agonizing headaches from it being sewed in

I look in the mirror…