Once, my hair was my crown.
Long, soft, familiar — the part of me the world saw first.
Then life changed.
The mirror began to show a stranger.
Strands on the pillow.
Fear in the eyes.
Silence where confidence used to live.
So I made a choice.
I didn’t wait for my hair to fall.
I let it go.
The day I shaved my head, I didn’t feel weak.
I felt lighter.
Braver.
Free.
Because in that moment, I understood something powerful:
Hair is not strength.
Strength is standing up when your body is tired.
Strength is smiling when your heart is scared.
Strength is choosing hope when the future feels uncertain.
And one day…
The hair came back.
But this time, it grew from a woman who knew her power.
This is not a story of loss.
This is a story of survival.
This is a story of rebirth.
This is my Head Shave Story. 💛✨