Day +10 Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes (Nod to David Bowie, Always)

They said I would know when to shave my head. I'm guessing what they meant was when you're in the shower and big clumps of hair come out as you gently shampoo it, making you feel sick to your stomach while you repeat it's ok, it's ok, it's ok even though it feels anything but, that is when you know it's time to shave your head. 

Of course first I called Bryan at work all panicked and sobbing, making him promise to still find me sexy. Not sure if I was on speaker phone or not, but a promise is a promise and his whole office will hold him to it.

Then I did this.

Let me just say that there is nothing more surreal than standing in a bathroom shaving your head with your dad. We tried to have fun, but it was emotional/awkward/just really fucking weird for both of us.

This is my you talking to me? Other impromptu sketches included skinhead, Lilith Fair attendee, I pity the fool, and office guy with weekend warrior corporate faux hawk. Also? I never knew I had a.) such a small head, and b.) such man hands.

Then we took it down a notch and shit got real. 

 Nowhere to hide. 

The good news is my ears don't stick out. The bad news is I look like a man and am really going to have to up my lipstick & lash game.

For the most part, you'll probably see me like this:

 

Although part of me thinks the hat makes me look more chemo-y. Then again, soon even my stubble will fall out and there will be no denying that this is not a fashion choice or even a lifestyle choice but a choice to look like the hairless cat that I have always wanted even though no one will let me get one. See? Deny me my Sphynx and I shall rise looking every bit the Spynxter! Wait, no...

Whatever. Bowie had it right when he said Just gonna have to be a different (wo)man. Because time may change me...but I can't trace time.

xo,

S