When Did You Make the Decision to Lose It All?
I just feel like being a bit nosy. It happens occasionally. For those people who decided to shave their heads, when their hair line started receding - when did you decide to take the plunge, and shave your head completely?
Was it when it you first noticed it - or did it take a little longer?
Was it someone’s words who made you take that move?
I really would love to know about your head shaving experiences.
Who, What, Where, When, and Why?
If you have any interesting stories to go along with your decision- please share those as well.
I really am curious about you guys. So please share!
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4 opinions for When Did You Make the Decision to Lose It All?
Bald Man
Feb 12, 2008 at 10:41 am
I started losing my hair in high school, around age 16. Nothing alarming at the stage, just a slowly growing forehead. A sign of the inevitable.
Grunge was in back then, so I took the opportunity to stop cutting my hair, not because I wanted to hang on to it as long as I could but because I was lazy and didn’t want to be bothered by unnecessary grooming.
During my junior year at university the time had come to borrow the roommate’s clippers. The fact that my hair is naturally very fine and a little oily only reinforced the decision. I went from a full beard and chin-length hair all over to clean shaven and a buzz cut. Most of my co-workers thought I was a new employee that next day.
Since then I’ve kept it very short. I’ve never gone completely bald, only because that would require to much work to maintain. a short buzzcut can last almost two months.
Gabrielle
Feb 12, 2008 at 3:09 pm
When I was going through chemo as a kid, at first I tried to hold on to as many strands as I could. Special conditioners, creative combs, you name it.
But then I was at a roller skating party and someone was taking pictures and when I saw the photos I realized my comb over was SO much worse than any of the teachers I made fun of.
That was my epiphany. I wasn’t brave enough to shave it down to the skin like lots of my other cancer pals did, but I did bare it down to a super, super short (and chic, I thought) pixie cut.
It was a good move. Those photos were awful.
Louise
Feb 13, 2008 at 2:08 pm
I didn’t actually make a decision to lose it all– it all just fell out one morning. It was pretty traumatic at the time. Five years on though I’m okay with it.
John
Mar 14, 2008 at 6:54 am
Ah, baldness. I’ve been a visitor to this strange land for what will be two years this past August. I’ve always considered shaving my head even though I had extremely thick and dark hair; I just thought it would look good. It wasn’t until Mother Nature came along to help me make my decision did I take the leap.
Ever since I can remember I’ve had a widow’s peak, and as of a few years ago one of the recessed sides decided it was lonely and wanted to join the other side. It was a slow process, visible to none but myself, but believe me, I did notice. In my dreams I would see myself standing there with that lone island of hair placed centrally on the front of my head. A follicular unicorn or a furry cyclops, all for the world to laugh and point at. It troubled me much more than it had the right to and I avoided the rain and swimming like the plague for fear it would expose my perfectly concealed secret. It wasn’t until after a very bad haircut that I knew there was nowhere to hide.
Looking in the mirror, I could see the peak’s inevitable cessation from the mainland and decided to take matters into my own hands. Well, it was actually my brother’s hands. I made the call, he came with the electric clippers and made quick work of my once prized locks.
There was some fear that my head would be large, misshapen or scarred with chicken pox divots, but none of these were realized. What was exposed was a perfectly shaped head, one that looked damned good without hair. My stress was relieved, I looked forward to swimming and rainy days were now my friends.
Since nobody else realized that I was losing my hair, it came as a shock to most. They all asked why I did this because I had such a great, full head of hair. In telling my tale, I omitted most of the details, relaying that I had such a horrible haircut that this was the only alternative and after taking the leap, I realized I liked the look. Almost everyone loved the look as well, so like Seinfeld, I left while I was still on top. So much better to be the guy who shaved his full head of hair than to have been the guy with the island who looked better with his head shaved.
So, as a tribute, every morning I shave my noggin in the shower with my Panasonic wet/dry razor. This keeps me clean, happy and smooth. Really, does life get much better?
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