Today with major encouragement from my 16 year old daughter, I went out without my wig, hat or scarf. She believes I am confident and could pull off that I just choose to buzz my head. The truth is, I did not feel like I was making any fashion statements, but instead felt completely self conscious and NAKED! Oh how I felt like a cancer patient/survivor from what I perceived as stares all day.
Now, I know that most folks could give a darn about me and whatever it is I choose to rock on my head or body, but I can’t escape that I do and that darn wig is going right back on my head before I walk out the door tomorrow.
I’m no Mia Farrow yet!