Nobody puts baillee in the corner

If you had told me three days ago I was going to shave my head, I would have laughed in your face. Quite frankly, I didn’t plan to shave my head at all. You see, if you can’t tell, I’ve had a lot of changes in my life the past few months (with more and more cropping up along the horizon), so it feels like I’m perpetually falling into ruts. I finally decided it was time for a change, so I took to Pinterest to find a cool, power pixie cut to mark a new era in the life of Baillee MaCloud Perkins.

Instead of waiting three days to get my paycheck, I decided I could cut it myself. My hands shook as I brought the scissors up to my hair, and I kept picturing the scene from the LiLo version of The Parent Trap where she cuts Annie’s hair to ease my nerves. Long story short, I didn’t cut it anything like the picture, and I had a tough decision to make. As tears welled in my eyes, I took to Pinterest one last time to search for something I never thought I would: women with shaved heads.

Do I regret shaving my head? Yes and no. I will admit I already miss my hair. I miss my black locks. I miss my 90s bangs. I miss ponytails. But now, I’ve joined an elite rank. I’m on par with Jessie J, Natalie Portman, and Charlize Theron. My new hair will be healthy. It’ll be an accomplishment when I grow it back out. Would I do it again if I were given the chance? Probably not. But it does have its benefits.

It viscously ripped me out of my own comfort zone, but it’s helping me realize how frivolous some things are. Shaving my head has made me challenge my self-confidence. It’s made me realize all of the times I took my short-ish hair for granted. Yeah, I would kill for Miley Cyrus knots right now, but I made a choice, albeit a rash one, but I made a choice nonetheless. This is my body, and as a women in control of herself, I made the choice to shave my head, and I’m so damn glad I have that freedom.

I’ll go ahead and address one other FAQ. No, I don’t care if this will effect my dating life. If this means I’m single until my hair grows back out, so be it. This isn’t my first spontaneous endeavor, and it sure as hell won’t be my last, so if you can’t handle me at my Amber Rose (who is absolutely amazing btw), then you don’t deserve me at my Kristen Ritter.

And don’t worry, there will be plenty of wigs and hats along the way.