Second, because I was able to attend and brave
enough to go bald head and all. Third for Diane's dad, who shared a similar
hair style with me and even some styling secrets. For Bobby supporting me and
making me feel comfortable whether I wore a scarf, or not. For the Rescue Squad
guys and their wives and girlfriends who also made me feel comfortable and who
are very fun to attend a wedding with.
I continue to
be kind of grossed out by the wigs. Maybe it's the ones I have or maybe it's
just me but I feel ill when I put them on. I had a scarf on until about 2
blocks from the wedding, I removed it thinking it would bring more attention to
me, more than my bald head! During the reception a little boy looked at me and
said "You have no hair!" I said "You're right!" What a
sweet heart, it was just cute of him and I know he meant no harm by it so when
he asked why I told him the doctors were giving me medicine to get something
bad out of my body. That was good enough for him and he ran off to play.
I am self
conscious but somehow I’m able forget that I have a bald head. Until I put my
hands through my hair that isn't there. Or the thought shoots through my brain
and I remember. Or I see my reflection in a mirror. Or I see my shadow (even
that looks different, you'd think it'd look the same as a ponytail but it does
not.) There is a bonus to having a bald
head – it took me about 20 minutes to get ready versus the usual 1 hour
minimum.
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