True Story:
When I was a senior in high school, I shaved my head.
I was sick of the female beauty myth and all the pain and misery it was causing everyone.
One day, I walked back into the locker room after I had left gym and heard a group of popular girls (the ones who just sit around in the coaches office and gab) well ... gabbing.
One girl (we’ll call her Vanessa) said, “like, oh my god, did you see Marie’s hair ... I mean her head? That is so disgusting!”
There was general laughter before they noticed I was there.
So Vanessa says, “Tell us Marie, why did you do it?”
I leaned toward her and looked her in the eye and said, “well, Vanessa, the truth is I worship the Pillsbury Dough Boy and I wanted to be just like him.”
I don’t know what they said to each other after that.
I do know, later that year Vanessa told me she admired my courage and we talked about my real reasons, about the female beauty myth, about the unrealistic expectations for perfection, about the absolute absurdity of it all.
I do know that maybe I changed one person’s perspective of beauty and maybe even of herself.
And what more can I ask for?


