I realized something today, while I was running my razor across my Startifacts razor head in the shower, that never fully occurred to me before, although I think I’ve always been aware of it on some level: I feel better about myself with a shaved head than I do with hair. I am more confidant, more forward, more bold and more secure when I’m sporting a shaved dome than I am if I let the hair grow in. I don’t really know why. Perhaps it’s because, about the time I started shaving my head, I stopped being a total doormat; perhaps when I first shed my hair, I also shed a lot of baggage and destructive relationships in my life; perhaps it’s the first time in my life I chose a look because I liked it and not because it made me more attractive to other people (most people I know have told me they prefer me with hair on my head.) Whatever it is, whatever the reason, I just like myself better with a shaved head, and as the hair starts to return so does the “old me.” And I don’t like that. So I’m going to make a concerted effort to keep my head shaved clean more consistently. It might just be Dumbo’s feather, but it works and that’s all that matters.