My Hairline Is Never Straight Enough
Every two weeks, I stare at myself in the barber’s mirror, pretending I’m not holding my breath. I watch the clippers trace my hairline, trying to erase the mess of new growth, the unevenness I swear everyone else notices first.
I tip more when the lines are sharp, like I’m paying for a version of myself that feels less anxious in public. But the truth is, the second the edges blur, I start avoiding my own reflection again. I scroll through old photos, zooming in on my hairline, wishing I could stop caring but never really managing to.
It’s just a haircut, but it’s also the difference between feeling invisible and feeling seen. And I hate how much that matters to me.
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