Amara had always loved her long dark hair—it framed her face and gave her a sense of identity. But lately, something inside her had shifted. She was ready for change. Sitting in the back of a cab, wrapped in her favorite colorful sweater, she smiled at her reflection. “It’s time,” she whispered to herself.
The moment she entered the salon, the hum of clippers and scent of shampoo greeted her. She sat down, heart racing. “All off,” she said to the stylist with a grin. The buzzing started, and the first lock fell. Amara closed her eyes and breathed in deep. Each pass of the clipper felt like a layer of old energy being shed.
When the buzzing stopped, Amara opened her eyes. A bald, radiant version of herself smiled back from the mirror. She reached up, ran her hand across her smooth scalp, and laughed with pure joy. It felt freeing—empowering. She didn’t just change her hairstyle, she had transformed.
Walking out of the salon, Amara felt the wind against her bare scalp. People glanced her way, but she didn’t mind. She held her head high, beaming. The sun kissed her freshly-shaven head. It wasn’t just a bold look—it was a bold life.