I'm well into my first week of baldness and it's given me more pause than I originally anticipated. Several times, I've found myself wishing I'd done certain things last week — like pick up my dry cleaning or make a deposit at the bank — simply to avoid having to explain my lack of hair.
If people don't ask, do I offer? This is more of a dilemma than I suspected. I've reconciled it by ignoring gawking strangers and flashing my "Ask Me Why I'm Bald" button as a badge of honor to acquaintances like the bank teller or dry cleaner.
Yesterday, I was apparently quite the sight on the Garden State Parkway -- tooling back from a client meeting in Monmouth with the top down and enjoying the late summer sunshine. (Note to self: Toss some sunscreen in the glove box, will ya?)
Funny how quickly I've forgotten I'm bald — until I glance at my reflection or see the reaction on strangers' faces. Guess that's sort of the point, huh?
PS Great team "before" pic above. Don't those t-shirts look AWESOME? Thanks again to Stephanie and Sally for coordinating.
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