Nicked today's title from a card I saw in town. Banksy's monkey with the slogan changed. In purple. Well. I didn't buy it but will and scan it and put it on here.
I don't know if I like myself bald or not yet. The shock in the mirror is still too great. I might look better if I had full slap on, but usually I look at myself at either end of the day. One thing I've noticed, my ears are very flat to my head. Apart from the top little bit that sticks out a little, which makes me look like Spock.
The FEEL of my head, however, is lovely. I'd had enough of the tufty shit a couple of days ago, so shaved my head in the shower. It was harder than you'd imagine. The bits I did well felt gorgeous though. Smooth and sensitive. So for the last couple of mornings I've had the razor out, tidying it up. I'm getting a little obsessed I think.
What amazes me is how soft and new the skin on my head looks. As I said, it feels gorgeous. I wish I had the confidence to walk around bald. I catch myself slipping my fingers under the wrap to stroke it. It feels nice to the touch and the touch on my head is amazing.
The other thing that gets me is that without hair, the face becomes less important. Now I can look at my whole head without the distraction of hair, the front oval (face) is just a part of the whole. And this makes the skin that in isolation looks old, look younger. Also, now there's no hair, I can see the bulge of muscles at the base of my skull that cause my migraines when they get tense. It would be very easy for someone to massage them now I have no hair, which just might see off the migraine. Interesting concepts coming out of something that I was terrified of.
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