She asked me to shave her head. This wasn’t the first time, but I was always
able to dissuade her before. This time,
she was adamant. If I didn’t do it, she
was going to. So I shaved her head. I shaved off the beautiful red locks that
everyone loved as she grinned and reassured me that this was what she
wanted. I asked again, are you sure, she
was sure. She was excited. Then one off glance from her sister, a
comment taken the wrong way, and all the strength fled from her. She was ashamed of her decision, wished she
had a time machine, knew everyone would hate her new look.
She had made the decision, this bold and brave six year old,
only caring about her own wants, which is fine in this case because it is her
hair, and not a permanent choice either, but that strength we hold to be
ourselves is so easily broken by those we care about. So easily shattered. She was so vibrant in her crew cut beauty,
until she wasn’t.
It has been a few days now, and her confidence has returned
a bit. My hope is that she will carry
the idea that she doesn’t have to be someone else’s version of beautiful, that
she can boldly be herself without bending to opinions of others.

We all have our hang ups from how we were raised. We all have those lessons so engrained in us
that we forget they are not truth. Our world is so awfully hard on women. There is still so much pressure to be
something more than just you. Appearances are so very important to the world, but
in the end they mean very little.
Be Courageous. Be
Genuine. Be Yourself.
Thank you for reading,
Sarah