Tonsuring is the outward symbol of beginning life anew.
Having a shaved head has generated some weird looks, and different reactions. Some understand what I did right away and see it as “lucky”, other just see it as a weird Western custom (thinking that I was just trying to cool down). I was told that I looked beautiful; I was also told that it was “no good”. Either way, I let them think what they want: I do not explain why I did it.
With no hair on, the world feels a lot breezier. I get colder faster, and am able to appreciate how Travis can get cold so much faster than me. Sometimes I forget that the hair is gone, and get taken by surprise by my reflection or by the feel of it. Other than that though, I don’t really feel that I look different. I still feel as beautiful, and think that even if it does give me a manlier look, it’s sort of cute. I also feel strong and without shame: I don’t feel that I ever need to hide my baldness (except from the sun) and that I can hold my head up high.
I am proud that I followed my heart and went ahead with donating my hair to God. I am happy with my sacrifice. Happy with myself. Happy with my husband.
This was a good thing.