My Undercut Wasn’t Just a Haircut
The first time I heard the clippers buzz, I felt the vibration echo in my jaw. My hair, thick and heavy, fell in slow, deliberate clumps onto the tile. The nape of my neck prickled with the sudden air, a raw, exposed feeling I’d never let myself have before.
I told everyone it was just for summer, just to keep cool. But the truth: I needed to see what I looked like without the weight I’d carried for years—his hands, their opinions, my own fear of being seen. Each pass of the blade was a dare: what if I didn’t hide anymore? What if I liked the sharpness, the secret edge only I controlled?
Now, when I pull my hair up, I see the undercut and remember: I did this for me. I’d tell her—don’t flinch. The freedom is worth it.
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