Bald

From a box of light and sound grew a mesmerizing inspiration;

it reflected upon her own flaws, the dream which she indeed was in search of becoming.

Hopes of an individual changed in the blink of an eye.

A struggle- with self esteem and appearances- the cruel intentions of the world that enveloped

her.

The words and facial expressions crushing.

Prejudices passed through the generations had come down upon one child's shoulders.

I- wanted a change;

What was to remind me of this shift I wanted to instill?

The Vow,

This event,

My event.

My moment of impact!

My nature and what I was to become, veering.

Surrounded by dingy walls I glanced up into a mirror.

It held my gaze; this shining surface that I had looked at for years with disgust.

My face... my body I knew was not “ideal”;

These two mirrors set to an infinite reflection;

and with that my hair began to fall.

Each piece that fell shattered;

each shard breaking into a million pieces and becoming nothing but dust;

the inconsolable pain of a struggling child stilled.

I emerged...

not grown nor yet my whole self

but stronger,

with courage to change.

I emerged with eyes wide

filled with awe and a shimmering light,

and in that split moment I loved myself:

Bald

I had never seen myself so vulnerable, so naked, but so ready to take on the world.

“I am the sum of my moments of impact.”

Had I not

I would never truly love myself

Nor my destiny.