at my reflection for hours. I didn’t see strength or character—I saw a stranger.
At school the next day, the whispers started. Some kids laughed. A few looked away in pity. One boy I secretly liked covered his mouth to hide a giggle. I wanted to disappear.
My Hair Wasn’t Just Hair
When you’re young, certain things feel like armor. For me, it was my long, flowing hair. It made me feel feminine, protected. It gave me something to hide behind when I didn’t know who I was yet.
Without
