What’s my bald story?
IT’S CALLED MONILETHRIX.
a rare genetic condition that affects hair growth, were hair follicles are bead-like, causing hair that does grow to be brittle and break easily
IT’S AN OPPOSITION.
existing in a society that places value on women and their looks has meant that I have been on the outside of ‘traditional’ femininity
IT’S AN UNLEARNING.
always one step forward, one step back – it doesn’t come with ease, it’s frequently met by resistance, overthinking and doubt
IT’S A RECLAMATION.
to meet my baldness with open arms is the reclamation of me – my body, my being, my story
It’s not who you are or who you are ‘meant’ to be.
It’s what you are.
And you were born enough.
MY LIVED-EXPERIENCE WITH WIG WEARING
What You Don’t See
My wig is not a costume. It’s a conversation—sometimes between me and the world, but mostly between me and myself.
It’s a constant reminder that I am not “normal” by societal standards, that I move through the world differently. This difference has a weight—one shaped by femininity, gender norms, and the unspoken pressures to look a certain way in order to belong. And yet, it’s also my gateway. My wig invites me to face discomfort head-on. It nudges me to keep moving, to keep growing.
Naming the Unseen
Monilethrix is the name of my condition. It’s rare, under-researched, and barely recognised within the hair loss industry. I only know one other person with it.
But honestly, the term doesn’t quite capture the whole of my experience. Being bald has never just been about not having hair. It’s about carrying a history of assumptions, projections, and silence. It’s about learning to disentangle who I am from who the world thinks I should be.
I’ve grown up bald. I’ve grown up fielding questions, dodging stares, navigating the pressure to perform “normality.” And I’ve grown up learning that people often don’t know how to talk about what they don’t understand. But I’m here to change that.
Movement, Identity, and Collective Unlearning
At Treacle Movement, we talk about movement as a process of collective unlearning. And for me, that unlearning begins with my own body—my own image, my own story. Every day I remind myself:
I am not defined by my hair (or lack of it).
I am here, with or without it.
I carry feminine energy, regardless of how I look.
My worth is not measured in appearance, but in presence.
It’s not about how I look, but about who I am beneath the surface.
This is what movement really means to me: not just stretching or shaping the body, but re-writing what we believe about ourselves. It’s an exploration, a questioning, and a return. A return to the truth that we are not broken, not lacking—we are simply human.
A Note to You
This post is for anyone who’s ever felt different, unseen, or unsure how to show up in their body.
Discomfort is natural. Identity is complex. Unbecoming is not linear. And sometimes the journey we choose to meet—the brave, beautiful, inner explorations—can feel invisible.
But it matters. It always matters.
If you ever have questions about baldness, wigs, or simply want to better understand—ask me. I welcome curiosity. I welcome realness. Because at the end of the day, I’m just here. A human being. Moving through life.
Bald, bold, and beautifully whole.
