Okay, cute it is 💛
The morning of the head shave smelled like soap and sunshine.
She sat very still, eyes half-closed, while someone she trusted gathered her hair in their hands—long, heavy, familiar. It had been with her through late nights, windy walks, nervous days, and quiet laughter. She felt a tiny flutter in her chest, not fear exactly… more like the feeling right before a big, brave step.
The first gentle scrape made her smile.
Hair slid away in soft whispers, falling like feathers to the ground. With every pass, her head felt lighter, cooler, freer. The breeze touched her scalp for the first time, curious and shy, and she laughed—a small laugh at first, then a bigger one that surprised even her.
“This is me,” she thought.
When it was done, she reached up, fingertips tracing her smooth head like it was something new and precious. She didn’t look smaller without her hair—she looked brighter. Like the world could finally see her face clearly, her calm eyes, her quiet courage.
Someone held up a mirror.
She tilted her head, grinned, and felt proud in a soft, warm way. Not because she had lost something—but because she had chosen something. A moment. A memory. A fresh beginning.
Later, when the sun dipped low and the day slowed down, she wrapped a shawl around her shoulders and walked outside. The wind kissed her scalp again, familiar now, like a friend.
And she thought, This was a good day to be brave. 🌱