I want to show people that beauty, real beauty, is nothing like my profile, is nothing like glossy magazines or good lighting or photoshop. I want people to feel inspired to wake up in the mirror and look at themselves and not think of their looks as a hindrance or a crutch. I want them to believe that it is the things we do and the change we make that make us who we are. And it is who we are, not what we appear to be, that make us attractive.

If every woman in the world rejected the idea that the right man (or woman) cares about her skin colour or eye colour or hair length or jeans brand, then materialistic people everywhere would go extinct. Then we would be forced to look at eachother… and keep looking. Keep digging. Keep learning about eachother until we found that the person there was or wasn’t what we wanted. The person there, and not the shell. And wouldn’t that be something?

I enjoy beauty. Truly. I take very, very good care of my hair. I enjoy make-up and glamour shots and the glossy magazines I referenced. I love trendy clothes and style and aesthetic and design. I revel in vanity. But I am NOT my vanity. I am not my clothes or make-up. I AM NOT MY HAIR. I don’t lean on these things to make myself feel whole or worthy or enough for any man or any one else.

I am my mind, and I am my character, and I am my integrity and class. Those things I cherish more than anything out of a tube or shaped painstakingly into face framing layers. And that’s why I’m shaving my head. That’s why I’m doing this fundraiser.