What does it mean to be a bald fucker?

It’s been over three years since I lost my hair and even though I accepted the new me very quickly I still dream of having my own hair again one day. Having said that, there are benefits of being a baldy, one never has to shave the legs when the boyfriend is coming over, I can literally kick my girls around in the shower and that’s my hair done for the next day, I can change my hair from day to day and confuse the hell out of people when they see me with pink, blonde, brown, orange hair all in one bloody week.

I work in an industry that is all about the end stage of life and it’s been a huge eye-opener for me on a number of levels. The thing that hits me the most is what people talk about in the last few years of their lives; they reminisce about the past, they talk about the ones they love, they talk about the people in their lives who they wish weren’t. You never hear anyone say I wish I’d worked harder, I wish I’d made more money, the conversation is always about the people in their lives and what made them happy.

You may be thinking “what does this have to do with being a bald fucker?” well for me the process of losing my hair opened my eyes to what is really important in life. When I am about to fall off my perch I want to be able to say that I’ve lived my life with integrity, I want to be able to say that I loved the humans in my life in a way that left no doubts about how much I adored them, I want to be able to say that I faced my demons with a grit and determination that made the fuckers run for cover, I want to be able to say that I had a great relationship with my babies and they know that I love them more than anything in this whole god-damn world and I want to be able say that I even though life is never easy I faced each day with my bloody bald head held high and with a smile on my dial. 🙂



I don’t get to see my babies very often at the moment, my little baby girl is currently working in the N.T. and my big handsome son lives and works at Victor Harbor but I think of my babies every single day. They are my best achievement, they make me so proud, they make me laugh, they’ve made me cry and I could kill with my bare hands if anyone hurt them.

I didn’t read any parenting books when my babies were growing up I just went with my gut when it came to trying to help them grow into decent human beans. I’m not saying my kids are perfect but I am very proud of the adults they have become. The one thing I wanted them to learn is not to give a shit what other people think of them. When my daughters’ two best mates from her school days said at her 18th birthday party that Em taught them not to give a shit what others think I felt SO proud, it brought a tear to my eye – I have done my job! Some may say that I should have been teaching them morals, kindness, work ethic, how to love another human being etc but I hope they learnt those things from how I live my life… in my opinion, being able to say “I don’t give a shit” and really mean it is a much harder thing to learn.

Having babies can be rather freaky cos it’s like looking in the mirror and sometimes that ain’t so good!! However I am glad that both of my babies say “I don’t give a shit” in the exact same way as I do (and I don’t just mean how we say it as if it’s all one word) they can say it and really mean it and that makes my heart sing. ❤