I shaved my head. Here’s why.
Last year I worked with Eve Ensler, stunning, smart, she wrote The Vagina Monologues and I met her because of her new piece, partially about her battle with cancer.
For purposes of comfort and the show she kept her hair short after her recovery. And you couldn’t get away from her beautiful face, like her eyes took up her whole head. She would jokingly say “I have no hair” and I kept thinking “of course you have hair, I’m looking at it right now. And it’s lovely.”
It was around the same time that I was falling in love with my haircut. I think each person has a perfect cut if they pay attention. Something that makes them feel like themselves and requires the right amount of care. With my undercut asymmetrical bob I found that. It made me feel fancy. I thought,
“Well great, I just need to maintain this forever!”
And then immediately vomited in my own mouth.
I kept thinking about this podcast about lawn maintenance in america, how we plant grass and we don’t let it live, keeping it in an unnatural life cycle, we mow it and mow it and mow it, keeping it in adolescence forever. Michael Pollen wrote “Lawns are nature purged of sex and death.”
Hair grows. That’s all it does. Maintain this forever? What a chore!
I’d rather use the fact that it grows rather than run from it.
That’s when I started running the idea by a few friends and co-workers, “Is this crazy? Should I stop thinking about this?”
“Well you’re thinking about it a lot, so it sounds like you really want to do it and you should.”
Then the final straw.
My hair finally made it into a ponytail for the first time in years. I looked in the mirror and realized;
I’m going to look beautiful.
And that’s when we got out the clippers.
And I was right. I do look beautiful.