Shaved hair
So, I have gone back and forth from fully shaved head to mohawk for about 20 years. I have gotten every kind of remark you can think of. From the Amtrak bus driver who asked me âAre you gayâ without a single word of preamble, to the cancer patient who gave me a hug without a word.
A shaved head on a woman is a sort of message: âI am different.â
I know it can be terrifying for some, but I seriously do encourage all women straight or not, healthy or not, to do this once. It is liberating and enlightening in ways you cannot conceive. I am not joking. Even when it begins to grow back. Even for your closest relationships.
Case in point: my family just after I got engaged to be married to my physically male, non-binary husband.
Remember I have known this boy since the age of 11. Our parents were kind of like âJesus Finally!â But one week after I got engaged, I shaved my head again because Iâd had long hair for a bit and couldnât deal anymore. I was with my mom, and she says to me âYou cannot get married with a shaved head.â I asked why. She said âPleaseâŚthe wedding is for me. Just be a girl for a short time. Please.â Promise me no shaved head and no combat boots.â
She was paying. I didnât know what to say.
I never had a good relationship with my mother. It is better now, and there are reasons I would rather not hash out in public, but thisâŚfucked me up. Because I was me, living alone, had a job and a partner, out of college. I was the person I wanted to be and just like that, it wasnât good enough. From my mother.
It hurt. And a couple days later, I couldnât hold it in anymore. I went to my fiancĂŠ and I said, âBabe, mom says I have to grow my hair out.â
He was joking with me, trying to make me feel better. He said âItâs not hard to deal with long hair!â
I gave him a dirty look. âHow would you know? You have never had long hair. I fucking hate long hair.â
He said, âIf it will make you feel better, I will absolutely grow my hair out with you.â
âWhat? LikeâŚour wedding is in two years!â
âOk.â
âSeriously?â
âYes.â
And he did. He did. We got married with full heads of long gorgeous hair. He had his professionally curled the day of. I shaved mine off two days later. HeâŚleft his there for a few more yearsâŚwell five more. And then he took me to a special salon where they donate the hair to cancer patients and hacked it off.
âBeautyâ and the concept of âprettyâ are cages. They are chains. I am a woman even if I am not female. I am powerful. I made a baby. I wrote books. I dealt with shit you wouldnât believe. I married a person who is incredible. We have an amazing life. My hair has nothing to do with it.
This pride, if you dare, if you want to see what it is like to know yourself without all that societal bullshit, shave your head. Have pride in that which lies within. If youâre a guy? Grow it out. Do something that people would immediately assign to another gender.
Do it. You only live once. Donât go to your death thinking âGod I wish I had just been me.â
Be you.
I love you guys.






















