this was a beautiful read! thank you for sharing this with us. it made me wonder if perhaps my own birthday-related sense of grief/guilt/sadness might stem from something similar to what you described in the beginning.
i keep my hair short enough to never touch my shoulders ever since I was 15. for me, it's a constant reminder to keep me in check, in the present, to not let time pass me by.
dwelling on the past feels like my ends reach the ground and my skull feels heavy for dragging all those memories. but shaving it all clean is a blank slate for all sorts of unfamiliar new memories and nothing can get scarier than that.
I shaved when my mom got her cancer diagnosis and some time after, my 3 year long partner broke up with me. I jumped to the first guy that accepted me even if I was a bald woman. now, 2 years later, i broke things off. I broke up with the person that somehow managed to make me so miserable my hair got long.
cricket, your writing has me on a chokehold and your essays leave me speechless. from waist-lenght to buzzcut, you get me. my mind gets richer and richer everytime you share the things you think about. I'll never stop thanking you for that.
now I sit and twirl my ends, at neck length where they belong, diving in once again in the uncertainty of how my hair history continues. I think I'll come back to this note more than once.
This was so powerful, just, wow. Amazing job. 🫶✨
thank you!!🩷
This would make such an amazing screenplay. What a gift you have in storytelling. Very powerful. Thank you for sharing.
This is so kind thank you!
this was a beautiful read! thank you for sharing this with us. it made me wonder if perhaps my own birthday-related sense of grief/guilt/sadness might stem from something similar to what you described in the beginning.
Yeahhh birthdays are always such a strange feeling!
this was a beautiful read, thank you.
Thank u for reading!
i keep my hair short enough to never touch my shoulders ever since I was 15. for me, it's a constant reminder to keep me in check, in the present, to not let time pass me by.
dwelling on the past feels like my ends reach the ground and my skull feels heavy for dragging all those memories. but shaving it all clean is a blank slate for all sorts of unfamiliar new memories and nothing can get scarier than that.
I shaved when my mom got her cancer diagnosis and some time after, my 3 year long partner broke up with me. I jumped to the first guy that accepted me even if I was a bald woman. now, 2 years later, i broke things off. I broke up with the person that somehow managed to make me so miserable my hair got long.
cricket, your writing has me on a chokehold and your essays leave me speechless. from waist-lenght to buzzcut, you get me. my mind gets richer and richer everytime you share the things you think about. I'll never stop thanking you for that.
now I sit and twirl my ends, at neck length where they belong, diving in once again in the uncertainty of how my hair history continues. I think I'll come back to this note more than once.
I feel honoured to receive such a beautifully written comment! Thank you 🫶🏻
This is so beautifully written 🤍
Thank youuu! <3