I have been collecting some non photo posts for April since I really doubt you guys want to hear from me two times a day. One can only handle so much Belle in their reader! However, this lit a fire in me that cannot be contained.
First, let us review what sits upon the top of mine and the Mr.’s heads – not a whole lot! Naturally, I have fine mouse-brown hair that is becoming finer as I age. Currently I am fighting these bad hair genetics with dietary supplements and an arsenal of products (see yesterdays post!) Mr. Husband also has fine brown hair that is migrating. As the hair abandons his head, it seems to be traveling down and taking new residence on his back. Delightful.
Our thin hair genetics continue as you comb through our family trees. Occasionally a kid will be born with lush hair that can only be attributed to genes brought into the families. Between the two of us, our child is doomed to come out bald and eventually grow a small crop of baby fine hair that refuses to do much of anything.
And we are ok with this. I’m sure that our sparkling personalities coupled with my dry wit and his way with numbers will yield a delightful little human, even if he or she is lacking up top.
So today I’m picking through the heap of blogs I follow and I see a link to this:
Now excuse my French but What The Fuck? We already raise girls to become women with serious self-image issues (see yesterdays post). It is bad enough that things like Toddlers & Tiaras exists to give toddler girls an early start at a self-image complex, but now we are telling our babies that they are imperfect if they don’t have enough hair during their first year of life? Seriously?
The Web site states, “At Baby Bangs, we believe in the beauty of childhood.” I call bullshit. I’m pretty sure the beauty of childhood is being able to run around bald with fat rolls and not care. What’s next? The Baby Thigh Master? Tired of those chunky baby legs keeping you out of your skinny jeans? Now the Baby Thigh Master will let your little one achieve that perfect physique they deserve!
I am proud that I was a bald baby. My mom might not feel the same way, but this blog is not about her. People often mistook me for a boy as I honestly did not have hair until about the age of three. What then sprouted on my head was a pretty sad attempt at a scalp covering and required daily coatings of sunscreen or a hat to protect my skin. But you know what? At no point did my mother feel compelled to put a wig on my bald baby head. Sure she would put a little bow on it to differentiate me from the boys, but never did she plop a toupee on my head.
Despite starting life as a baldy, I grew up to be OK. While I might wish I had thick flowing locks, I am incredibly thankful for what my body eventually did sprout on its own. Thin and mousey as my hair may be, it is who I am and I’m proud of that.
*Screenshot from http://www.baby-bangs.com