I could crumble and never leave the house, become invisible and a mere shadow of who I once was.
I started to tell myself I was doomed to be alone forever, who could seriously wake up beside a bald woman and think that I was a catch, I didn’t have hair, my femininity had left the building, poof, like that I was no longer soft, I was flawed, undesirable, looked harsh and bold.
Could hair really rob me of this womanly characteristic, femininity?
How society and beliefs have formed what I see as beautiful, absolutely!
Are women more judgmental of each other, resulting in us being extremely harsh on ourselves?
The image I had known as “me” for as long as I can remember was gone and something very different, something very confronting stared back at me.