Of course it’s bald. The shaving of the head is the last level in the process of extreme morbid obesity, which incidentally seems to be strongly related to extreme feminism.  The cycle as I have witnessed:   Gain weight - overweight BMI, become more depressed    Continue eating feelings away, gain more weight, dye hair blonde, hang out online reading fat acceptance- depression increases at this stance and anxiety presents, begin questioning identity. Begin dating outside your race, or soyboy orbiters.   Officially cross over into obese BMI, dye hair a crayola crayon color, create Instagram account, double down on calorie intake, begin psych meds and blame all fatness on pills, angry most of the time, begin rewriting personal history and continue to lose sense of self. Get a small tattoo.   More weight gain, begin cutting hair shorter while keeping it a crayon color, increase number of psyche meds - antidepressants, benzos for anxiety, something for sleep, possible antipsychotic for past ‘traumas’, metaformin, a stantin , blood pressure meds, and blame fatness on meds and PCOS, spend majority of day on social media and reddit reading extreme feminist content and focus on fat acceptance, change sexual orientation to include women so the dating pool is larger, eat a meal to stabilize muh ‘shugahs’ at least once an hour, anger increases to pathological level, personal identity continues to degrade, blame family for all problems and cut contact with those ‘narcs’. Get a couple of more tattoos.   Boss level fat, shave head, post nudes on net, live solely off of disability, get more tattoos, spend all day on social media striving for those sweet sweet internet likes for personal validation, lose all sense of self, take psych meds, cholesterol meds, blood pressure meds, metaformin    Apologies for formatting, on mobile