Without hair I feel diminished, undone. My grief over my hair exceeds, I think, my grief for my disappeared breasts, or my health more generally.
I am just really sad about being bald. 'Your body is an instrument, not an ornament,' I have insisted to the middle schoolers to whom I teach sex ed in my role as a school social worker. I have tried to prepare them for a world that hopes you'll always want to look a bit better than you already do, and to challenge the notion that looking good has moral weight.
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