Baldy, Mr. Clean, Member of the KKK, Captain Chemo and all kinds of other names have been put on my label. Thanks, Mom and Dad for the genetic predisposition to male pattern baldness. I have heard them all of the last 9 years as I have shaved my balding head. In the beginning, they hurt a lot. I was so terrified of going bald. I never thought I would get married and that I would be a loser the rest of my life. All because I was losing my hair.
We all live by labels. Most of the time, they are labels that other people put on us. Many times, we allow those labels to dictate choices and actions in our lives. Then, we allow ourselves to become whatever that label was. But is it really you? Who is the real you?
For our students, we have been trying to breakthrough those labels and find out who the real person is deep down inside. Sometimes that means exposing ourselves and being a little vulnerable. The cool thing about that is many of the things we try to hide are the same things other people are going through and need just as much help dealing with. My suggestion would be to try and find someone close to you who you can open up to. For us guys, this can be difficult, but it can also be on of the most freeing experiences in your life.
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Let it be known that I was the first to shave your head. . .
I also remember Chris Larson convincing kids gym kids that if they made eye contact with you while on the way to the restroom, your lazer eyes would pass on baldness into their lives.
That's a lable if I ever heard one.
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