In Me They See

Memories Stored in Strands of Hair

On August 5, 2021, I shaved my head.

I contemplated it for months during the pandemic. During this time alone, I thought about how femininity shaped who I was and society’s view of being a woman or being feminine. I thought about the history held in hair. How our joy, fear, trauma, and love are all held in the strands atop our head.

I wanted to feel connected to the earth. This landscape holds childhood memories, longing, and love. It is a magical space. A desert in the middle of Rhode Island. The wind grazed my scalp, leaving behind a tingling sensation from the warm summer breeze. I was surrounded by memories stored in strands of hair. I let them mix in with the sand. I felt euphoric.