




Although I already posted it in 3 other subreddits but I always post it here also so here we go:
I had two things I loved about myself
My favorite food And my hair
The food went first. Someone at home couldn't stand watching me eat it. So I stopped. Just like that
Today it was the hair. Months of "your hair is everywhere." Taking away my shampoo bottle the night before. Watching me oil it and saying "let's see how you wash it now." Constant. Relentless
So I cut it. Both ponytails. Years of growth. I haven't had short hair since I was 8 years old
I'm donating them to an NGO for cancer patients. That's the only thing making me feel okay about this right now
But I feel like I lost myself today. Not just hair. A piece of who I am. Something that was mine
And the worst part? I did it to myself. With my own hands. Because I just couldn't take it anymore
I feel so stuck. So hollow
The pain of losing something you loved about yourself just to survive the people around you
I don't know how to even begin to cope