As of February 10th it has been one year since I shaved my head. If you don't know my full polka-dot story, click here to catch up. With my anniversary having come and gone, I find myself reflecting on the past year of my life in terms of health, coping, and how I've moved on. The thing I notice the most is that before I shaved my head, I was much more afraid. Does that even make sense? Afraid of life, afraid of failing, afraid of taking any sort of chance on anything.
When I shaved my head, I realized that my only option for living life was bold. After all, I was bald and chose not to get a wig. That was a tough decision for me, but I'm so glad that I decided to own my condition and bald head. Having done so has made me realize that people will love me and accept me despite my conditions. They are a part of me, for sure, but they are not all that I am.
Not only that, but I rocked bald.
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