Hot, Bald Chicks

Ask me anything   Submit   I lost my hair 15 years ago. It comes and goes. When it all fell out again a few months ago, I overhead my neighbors talking about how terrible I looked. When I posted about that, several of my beautiful friends shaved their heads to show support. This blog is for them, and for all the fantastic ladies who rock the bald look, because of illness, or in solidarity, or to make themselves happy. We're hot, bald chicks.

(Note: I don't own these pictures. If you want me to take down anything, I will. And feel free to submit your own pics!)

sixpenceee:

"My aunt who is battling breast cancer entered a costume as Mr.Clean and obviously won. (Source)”

sixpenceee:

"My aunt who is battling breast cancer entered a costume as Mr.Clean and obviously won. (Source)

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— 6 days ago with 23685 notes
#halloween  #genius  #let's all do it 
nellcoleman:

I thank god for blessing me with the ability to see another birthday and celebrate it by having a Bald Movement shoot showcasing the beauty of Bald women. This is truly a blessing and Im so thankful these beautiful Bald ladies could join me on making a difference in the world by showing that Hair is not the necessity for beauty…You are!!!! #thebaldmovement #baldwomen #nellthemodel #birthdaygirl #celebrate #cancerbaby #thankful

nellcoleman:

I thank god for blessing me with the ability to see another birthday and celebrate it by having a Bald Movement shoot showcasing the beauty of Bald women. This is truly a blessing and Im so thankful these beautiful Bald ladies could join me on making a difference in the world by showing that Hair is not the necessity for beauty…You are!!!! #thebaldmovement #baldwomen #nellthemodel #birthdaygirl #celebrate #cancerbaby #thankful

— 1 month ago with 85 notes
#bald movement  #cancer  #beautiful 
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Omg no. WHY ARE THERE BACON AND EGGS ON YOUR HEAD?

Though getting a hairline tattoo is a little tempting tbh….

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— 1 month ago with 2516 notes
#tattoo  #weird  #bald 

So I wear a wig in my drivers license picture. And I love it when people say things like, “Oh why’d you do that do your hair?” or “Omg I like your long hair better.”

Like, thanks?  It was $50. 

— 1 month ago with 1 note
#go buy your own  #and shove it up your ass  #¯\_(ツ)_/¯ 
jenmontibello:

I’m so happy I lost my hair!When I open my eyes in the morning I look at my phone to find out if I should rush out of bed because I’m falling behind my daily schedule or if I could just enjoy the comfort of my bed… Sometimes I feel happy because at the same time I was I reading a message from someone I love. Or I could tell from the sun shining through my curtains that it is going to be a nice day outside.Sometimes I wake up feeling tired because I didn’t get enough sleep. Probably because I was spending a late night talking on the phone with someone that I care about, looking at a documentary or just surfing the internet.
What I realised when I woke up this morning… Is that I am so happy that I don’t have any hair. I am feeling so happy that I could cry. Thank all the higher powers that I lost my hair.
Because when I lost my hair at the age 11 I was pretty much a unwritten book. I had spent 6 years of my life at home with my mother and my brothers before we started school. We spent our days playing football outside our house, build a tree house in the forrest right outside or play a game with our neighbours kids.My hair had never been important before. When I was four I found a scissors and I cut all the hair off on one side and before I could cut more off my mother ran in and stopped me. When I got a couple of years older I always wore my hair in a slick pony tail. Because otherwise it was in the way when I was climbing the tree house and it was in the way when I was running from being chased by my brothers.
But then I became a teenager that started to lose her hair… A young teen that started to understand what was important to others, not to her: What she looked like. It took me 23 years to understand a little bit of what is important to me and not what is expected to be important to me.I know understand that I would not have came this far with opening my eyes to what is really important to me in my life if it wasn’t for me loosing my hair. I believe I am a better me! All because I lost my hair…

jenmontibello:

I’m so happy I lost my hair!

When I open my eyes in the morning I look at my phone to find out if I should rush out of bed because I’m falling behind my daily schedule or if I could just enjoy the comfort of my bed… 

Sometimes I feel happy because at the same time I was I reading a message from someone I love. Or I could tell from the sun shining through my curtains that it is going to be a nice day outside.

Sometimes I wake up feeling tired because I didn’t get enough sleep. Probably because I was spending a late night talking on the phone with someone that I care about, looking at a documentary or just surfing the internet.

What I realised when I woke up this morning… Is that I am so happy that I don’t have any hair. I am feeling so happy that I could cry. Thank all the higher powers that I lost my hair.

Because when I lost my hair at the age 11 I was pretty much a unwritten book. I had spent 6 years of my life at home with my mother and my brothers before we started school. We spent our days playing football outside our house, build a tree house in the forrest right outside or play a game with our neighbours kids.

My hair had never been important before. When I was four I found a scissors and I cut all the hair off on one side and before I could cut more off my mother ran in and stopped me. When I got a couple of years older I always wore my hair in a slick pony tail. Because otherwise it was in the way when I was climbing the tree house and it was in the way when I was running from being chased by my brothers.


But then I became a teenager that started to lose her hair… A young teen that started to understand what was important to others, not to her: What she looked like. 


It took me 23 years to understand a little bit of what is important to me and not what is expected to be important to me.
I know understand that I would not have came this far with opening my eyes to what is really important to me in my life if it wasn’t for me loosing my hair. 

I believe I am a better me! All because I lost my hair…

— 3 months ago with 107 notes
#alopecia superstar  #inspiration  #love 

mermaids-love-pizza:

fat bald girl

fuk yeah

FUCK YEAH. *high fives*

— 3 months ago with 377 notes
#represent  #fabulous