A love letter to shaving my head

A love letter to shaving my head. When I shaved my head 3 years ago, I always got comments like ”Why did you do that?” as if it must have been because some sort of statement, and the question was also understandable, because it’s so obvious how as woman we ”should” always look a certain way, everything apart from that, is considered a rebellious act or a ”statement”. But for me, it was more of liberating myself from the chains of the box society put us woman in. Ever since I was a little I was obsessed with long, prinsessa cinderella hair. And as I grew older, that obsession became stronger and I thought my whole femininity depended on me having long hair. Then I got sick in Anorexia and lost all of my hair. After a few months in the rehab center, I managed to get healthy and my normal body back. But I was again starting to obsess with getting my hair back, and I refused to cut a inch of it. The amount of money I paid for extensions and the damage it did to my natural curls. Years later, I started to date a guy that was always talking about how a woman should look or act like, and so on. So, one day I just got tired. I felt done with the attachment I had to my hair. And done putting my whole identity as a woman in my hair. I went to my hairdresser and asked her to shave it all off. I cried, because it felt so releasing, and afterwards we both shared a glas of champagne and shared that vulnerable moment together, because she knew what this desicion meant for me. It was so much more than just hair, to me. Shaving my hair of was one of the most, liberating thing I’ve done. Cause it forced me to explore another feminine side of me, one that had nothing to do with hair or external looks, but more with the raw, naked and wild woman within me. Liberated from the norm and pressure of beauty standards and things that men I’ve been with had told me about what it means to be a woman. Getting rid of negative energy; trauma from my anorexia, identity and attachment my hair carried, a new chapter started for me. As I began to embrace myself in a different way than before, I felt naked, raw and free. It lead me to find more self-love and acceptance. Sometimes we don’t see how stuck we are in these limiting beliefs, until we force ourselves to challenge them.