Hair

Something that gives me absolute joy as Trixie is my wigs being super long and cute. Spending my entire life with my hair short gives me a greater appreciation for being able to play with my hair long.

Brushing it, fixing it, making sure it's still straight. Even when it's messy, it looks so cute!

Growing up, my natural hair wouldn't grow down; it would grow out. It would be even worse from summer humidity and the dry air from heaters during the winter.

I inherited my mom's wavy hair and my dad's super curly hair. So, mine gets super thick, curly and wavy. In other words: an absolute mess to manage when I let it go.

However, that is quickly changing. Not only has it gone from brown to gray over the past several years but it's also getting thinner and thinner. My forehead is increasing with every trip to the hair stylist.

Now, most men would worry about this. They'd try different brushing techniques, buying hair growth products or take more drastic measures (shave your ass and put it on your head). It harkens back to "reliving their youth."

Me? I could care less about reliving my youth. Not fitting in, getting bullied, and no luck whatsoever with dating? Yeah, I really want to go back to all of that.

When my natural hair becomes super unsightly, I'm simply going to shave it off. Like the great sports report Michael Wilbon once said, "Shaved is a lot better."

This is yet another way for me to not be compared to my dad. He was very proud of his hair; even when he had none left on top.

I definitely inherited his hairline: thin in the front and thick in the back. However, unlike me, he refused to do anything decent with his hair once it was almost gone.

Think of a more scraggly looking Homer Simpson comb over with a super thick biker afro in the back. It was ungodly and horrible for human consumption.

Yet, he wanted to "relive his youth" when he would ride his motorcycle with his thick hair flapping in the breeze.

I know it's also a confidence issue but it's really sad when men feel the need to rely on drastic measures or even denial when it comes to their hair. I'm so thankful that I don't fall into that category.

I figure it'll be easier to manage my wigs once I have no hair underneath to either offset the wig hair color or interfere with the wig settling on my head.

After all, the more hair you lose, the more head you get. 😉

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