If it was socially acceptable for women to be bald, I would happily shave off my tresses regularly.
My hair is thin. No volume. It tangles easily. And over the last few years, I have felt like thereís always more and more left on my comb after I shower. I often wonder at what point there will be nothing left on my head.
I did once have the opportunity to see what my scalp looked like without being labeled a total freak. My husband and I worked for a program called Semester at Sea in 2009 Ė a floating university that circumnavigated the globe over a period of four months and carried 800 students, staff, and faculty to ten different countries on four different continents.
Yes, it was as awesome as it sounds.
Anyway, Semester at Sea observes a navy tradition known as Neptune Day Ė a day that celebrates crossing the equator with activities that amount to good-natured hazing. Being woken up bright and early, kissing a fish, jumping into some icy cold pool water, andÖ
Shaving your head.
Behold Neptune Day. I went first, leaving my husband no choice but to also participate fully in the festivities.
Of course, itís not mandatory to participate in any of these activities. But as I saw some of the shipís braver females line up to get a new haircut, I lined up right along with them. My motivation at the time was not due to peer pressure, but more about getting over any type of fear of hair loss. My mother and grandmother are both cancer survivors. While my grandmother caught hers fairly early on and beat it with radiation only, my mother was not so fortunate. She went through chemotherapy Ė and hair loss Ė when I was 13 years old. Iíve grown up thinking my genes are working against me, and there may come a time when I have to battle cancer too.
And if that day comes, Iím going to spend my energy fighting it off Ė NOT worrying about the side effects of chemo because I already know Iím not a bad looking bald chick.
Thereís kind of a long story behind why I have no hair here. It isnít the waffles.
The best part about traveling with no hair is that it took me NO time to get ready to go in the mornings. My husband and I were always one of the first ones off the ship when we arrived in port because I didnít have to fight with a hair dryer. We did have to be extra careful to take bandanas and extra sunscreen in some of the sunnier countries we visited.
This is me about a month after we got back from the trip. I loved rockiní the spikey look.
Anyway, when I managed to make it 10 days wheat free last month, it seemed that there was considerably less hair left on the comb compared to when I was eating wheat. Iím interested to see if the pattern continues when I make my first 14 day wheat free streak this month.