Living up to being bold

So at 7pm I decided to go down to the hotel lobby wearing my head scarf, I decided that as awkward and hard it was to not wear my wig, it was the right decision to leave it behind.

The scarf was the practical choice and the liberating choice. I kept reminding myself that there was no reason to hide the fact that I wear a wig, that it didn't really matter anway and honestly who actually cared?

So I took all my courage and went to the lobby.

I didnt make eye contact with anyone, I avoided looking at peoples reactions, I kind of slunk into the group and kept a low profile. I felt self conscious, in the first few moments, my insides were crying and I wanted to be swallowed up.

Yet as the minutes passed, conversations sparked up and normality prevailed. I become normal, it become normal. There was no issue. 

Today I went out with colleagues in my head scarf.

Today I was bold, bald and beautiful!