So I shaved my head. If you know me you know I like to make things deep when they don’t seem that significant, and that applies to this haircut. Let me tell you why.
It's winter in the early 2000’s and my three older siblings and I are sledding on our neighbor’s driveway. We only have one large, three person sled that we are sharing. I was strictly told to not go sled alone and to always have one of my siblings with me so they could help me maintain control. I thought that was lame, I wanted to go fast and I thought the best way to do that was to avoid my siblings and go solo. So, I went off in the sled alone and, of course, immediately lost control and ended up sledding under our neighbors car that was parked on one side of the driveway. I don’t remember hitting my head, but when I came out from under the car my brother took my Pokémon beanie off to reveal my scalp had been split open. The last thing I remember is him saying, “I can see your skull!” and looking down to red snow.
I woke up with a shaved head and a dozen staples to hold my scalp together for healing. This incident left a large scar on the left side of my head which I haven’t actually seen since it all happened.
So I shaved my head. Why? I shaved my head to see my scar again, and embrace it. I shaved my head because, once again, I am away from my siblings alone in my own sled. Since I go to school in Colorado and they still live in Kentucky we see each other about two weeks out of every year. My scar reminds me the importance of their guidance in my life. I seek their counsel and support intentionally knowing that sledding alone isn’t good for me, it’s almost killed me before. I love you guys, I miss you guys, I wish you were here but I feel as if you are. I promise I won’t go alone.
Photos by Jon Caliguire