Part 28: The Big Reveal (Maybe)

So, I shaved my head last night.

It wasn't a dramatic, cinematic moment -- no emotional hair-chopping, GI Jane scene before heading into battle. It was just me in my shower with a razor, awkwardly trying to figure out the architectural wonders of my own skull.

This was a first time for me, actually pulling out a razor and shaving my head. I mean, I’ve been 99% bald for a while now, so I never really needed to shave before. But those scraggly 14 blonde hairs in the back that I grew for months just to show my derm? Time for them to go.

*This is Demi Moore. Not me.

Why is it important for me to write today? (Particularly since I just wrote a few days ago -- geesh, get over yourself, woman.)  I came out here to write because apparently, I have more feels to spill.

 Because, because, because….

1. Because Firsts are Fading Fast:  This is likely one of the last "firsts" I'll have with this whole AU journey.  Ain't much more new that can happen to me at this point, peeps.

2. Because Shaving Your Head is a Contact Sport: I need to crowd-source some secrets on how to actually shave one's own head.  Seems simple, right?  Trust me, it's not.  It's like performing brain surgery on yourself, blindfolded, while doing yoga. Not recommended.

3. Because (I think) I'm Finally Ready to Bare It All:  Maybe not to the whole world just yet, but at least to my inner circle who hopefully still remembers me when I was cute.

{Shudder}

*Okay, maybe there were more than 14 hairs

I don't know how, when, or where…. But I do know I'm done with the monster-in-the-mirror act. I've been battling this constant internal dialogue, a relentless critic in the mirror, and I need this negative self-talk to stop. I need to come to terms with the fact that this bald head, this new version of me, doesn't have to be a monster. 

I feel like I might finally be ready to rewrite my narrative and to more confidently embrace this crappy hand (and head) I've been dealt. 

Just get over myself and embrace the bald life —not just by default, but by owning it. And that means showing it.

If I have to be smooth, I might as well be dangerously smooth...

So, here's the deal, my digital squad: I'm throwing this out there for accountability.  To make sure this isn't just a moment of false bravado but actual, real-deal, brave, bald, badassery.  Go nuts on my Insta, FB, Signal. DM me, email me, text me, call me, whatever.

Send me your best "You go, bald queen!" messages. And, most importantly, ask me in a month if I've shown this glorious dome to at least one person other than my mom….

Much love,

Kristina 🩷

kristina@unexpectedlybald.com

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