“So what’re we doing today?” Kristen smiled and made me squirm because of the amount of control being handed to me, despite Kristen’s use of the communcal rponoun.
“Well. Um. I was thinking. Maybe, kind of, just, cuttingitalloff. I think. I want to…but… What do you think??” I finished quickly and raised my eyes to look in the mirror to see Kristen’s reaction.
I looked at my reflection. The cool breeze from the open door ran across my bare neck. I tried to push a lock of hair behind my ear, but it chose to lay out in front and be xposed. I thought of hos I just rid myself of the options of different hairstyles — I now could only have this style.: exposing my neck, ears, shoulders and face. It freed me of my hair twirling habit.
I was exposed.
No longer hidden, hidden beneath dead follicles of hairs, my skin alive skin was open for criticism and interaction. Just as a snake sheds its skin for a fresher coat, I exposed myself for a better look–a better life. Acceptance of myself and acceptance of others interacting with me.