It had been over a decade since I’d shaved off my mustache, so when hiking the Pacific Crest Trail in August I decided to leave the razor at home and see what I looked like with facial hair again. I went from sandpaper to stubble to fuzzy-chinned in short order. Back home in front of the mirror, I considered the results. Facial hair is part of the physical mix that defines a person, at least on the outside. But did it reflect who I felt I was on the inside? Um, nah. So I shaved it off, incrementally. Here is the progression. Or regression. You decide.
- by Tom Birdseye