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.

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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…

— 2 weeks ago with 85 notes
#alopecia superstar  #inspiration  #love 

mermaids-love-pizza:

fat bald girl

fuk yeah

FUCK YEAH. *high fives*

— 2 weeks ago with 356 notes
#represent  #fabulous 
macabredarkness:

Yesterday I shaved my head. I’ve been thinking about doing it for a long time but never had the guts. I’ve had various scalp problems in the past 2 years. I’ve suffered from seborrheic dermatitis and hair loss due to my high levels of stress. My hair and scalp skin felt like a burden to me. I would always hide my problems by putting my hair in a bun. I was so afraid of losing my hair that I didn’t brush them anymore because each time I did, my hair would fall out in chunks. Shaving my head made me feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I feel free. I feel liberated. I feel better. I feel brave. I don’t need to have hair to feel beautiful. I don’t need to have hair to be a woman. I’m the same person I was but now I have a big smile on my face. It’s the best decision I’ve made. After all, shaving my head was on my bucket list. Now I’ve done it and I’m proud.

macabredarkness:

Yesterday I shaved my head. I’ve been thinking about doing it for a long time but never had the guts. I’ve had various scalp problems in the past 2 years. I’ve suffered from seborrheic dermatitis and hair loss due to my high levels of stress. My hair and scalp skin felt like a burden to me. I would always hide my problems by putting my hair in a bun. I was so afraid of losing my hair that I didn’t brush them anymore because each time I did, my hair would fall out in chunks. Shaving my head made me feel like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. I feel free. I feel liberated. I feel better. I feel brave. I don’t need to have hair to feel beautiful. I don’t need to have hair to be a woman. I’m the same person I was but now I have a big smile on my face. It’s the best decision I’ve made. After all, shaving my head was on my bucket list. Now I’ve done it and I’m proud.

(Source: howlingwerewolves)

— 3 weeks ago with 4114 notes
#ayyy  #you go girl 

micdotcom:

Henna tattoos empower, heal women experiencing hair loss

In the struggle against cancer, alopecia and plain-old aging, hair loss can be a stressful side effect that weighs on a person’s self-confidence and can affect how he or she is treated by others.

One company is aiming to alleviate some of that stress with a therapeutic solution that is both beautiful and creative. Henna Heals is a Toronto-based company that now has artists all over the world. The company is hoping to help hair loss sufferers reclaim control over their bodies by drawing elaborate henna “crowns” on their heads.

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— 3 weeks ago with 1559 notes
#hawt  #henna  #fashion  #alopecia  #hair loss 
Aaactually, I think I like bald Marge better.

Aaactually, I think I like bald Marge better.

(Source: worstsimpsonspageever)

— 3 weeks ago with 2470 notes
#no stressin  #marge simpson  #hair loss  #alopecia 

My hair is falling out again. Oh c’mon, hair. We were doing SO WELL.

I am getting to old for this nonsense. WELL at least I still have my rad mohawk.

— 3 weeks ago
#alopecia problems  #still cute  #f it  #alopecia  #hair loss 
when my head was freshly shaved!
(submission from boyyblood)

when my head was freshly shaved!

(submission from boyyblood)

— 3 months ago with 19 notes
#cutie patootie  #submission