On accepting how crazy you look with no stache ||
So I get dignosed with Alopecia and decide i’ll do as recommened by the dermatologist and get the steroid shots to stimulate hair growth. And the shots did help the hair grow back. Slowly but surely little hairs came back. After three months you almost couldn’t tell there was a spot.
But…now I had a spot on my chinnie-chin-chin. The spot right on the part that connects the chin to the lip. The part that connects the stache to the beard. The part that makes a goatee – a goatee.
The head I could take. Michael Jordan, Mr. Clean and the Iron Sheik made being bald OK. Let me rephrase. They made being ‘Bald’ OK. Bald with a big B is different than BALD in ALL CAPS!
‘BALD’ is when you refuse to shave that big “U” ring of hair around the back of your head, even though you’ve already had the top scalped off like that fat guy in Dances with Wolves. BALD is Friar Tuck. BALD is George Jefferson. Bald is the Rock. Bald is Jason Statham. So I resigned myself that being ‘Bald’ was OK.
But now with a bald spot right in the middle of my goatee, I was going to have to shave it off. A big hole in your goatee just doesn’t cut it. Talk about heart breaking. I shaved my goatee off only one other time since I was fifteen. It was a razor mishap on college yearbook photo day. Traumatizing to say the least. And here I was twenty something years later, looking in the mirror at someone I didn’t recognize.
My only consolation was that I still had my ‘stache’….Until I didn’t.
Next to go was the left centimeter of my mustache. A bald spot, no matter how small, right on your mustache, is simply a no-go. I tried to trim it to keep what I could. Tried and failed. It was a debacle. In order to get it even, I had to trim the left centimeter of the stache as well. Needless to say, walking into my office looking like Adolf Hitler wasn’t the move.
25 years of goatee wearing down the drain. What’s more, my lip is loooooong. I look like Bart Simpson. I was just waiting for somebody to walk up to me and ask, “Dude. Where’s yo stache?”
