A blog dedicated to women who are bald or shave their heads and find the experience empowering. This is your sign to join the bald wave.
Saturday, February 20, 2021
Saturday, February 13, 2021
Thursday, February 11, 2021
How the World Finally Stopped Shaming Women with Shaved Heads
Here's a clip from the article (2017):
The world no longer needs to have a discussion every time a famous woman shaves all her hair off, and it's a clear signal that we are finally reaching a new point of freedom for women's self-expression. Aside from anything else, in the age of the internet, we are all inherently less shockable.
The article seems focused more on celebrities, but is also applicable for those who have no interest in celebrity status.
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BALD, BAD, & BOUJEE: People Shave their Head for Women's Empowerment
I hosted an event to bring women together and love each other. The first time I shaved my head, I felt reborn and was able to regain much confidence in my journey. My intention was to instill that, and beyond in others. Everyone, whether they shaved or not, was so brave; I am grateful.
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Wednesday, February 10, 2021
Ella Maneja Puro Style
The song sort of fits the vibe of this blog.
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Tuesday, February 9, 2021
Going Low: How Black Women Have Reclaimed Bald Beauty
These days, the idea of existing as a bald, Black woman carries an air of stately rebellion. Like me, many Black women have taken the plunge as an act of radical self-acceptance, with Danai Gurira, Lupita Nyong’o, and — of course — Grace Jones modeling the blueprint for bald bodaciousness.Read the rest here.
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Poem of the week: Hairless by Jo Shapcott
Can the bald lie? The nature of the skin says not: it’s newborn-pale, erection-tender stuff, every thought visible – pure knowledge, mind in action – shining through the skull. I saw a woman, hairless absolute, cleaning. She mopped the green floor, dusted bookshelves, all cloth and concentration, Queen of the moon. You can tell, with the bald, that the air speaks to them differently, touches their heads with exquisite expression. As she danced her laundry dance with the motes, everything she ever knew skittered under her scalp. It was clear just from the texture of her head, she was about to raise her arms to the sky; I covered my ears as she prepared to sing, to roar.Read the backstory here.
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Monday, February 8, 2021
Thursday, February 4, 2021
Tuesday, February 2, 2021
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