The barber chair was cold and uncomfortable against my skin as I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. I watched as the hairdresser began snipping away at the ends of my long, wavy locks. My hair had once been my pride and joy, but now it represented a burden I couldn't bear. With each snip of the scissors, I felt a piece of my sorrow fall away with the strands.
As the hair fell to the ground, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of sadness. My hair had been a comfort to me during difficult times. It had been something to hide behind, a security blanket of sorts. But now, I was ready to let go of the past and embrace whatever lay ahead. The weight of my sorrows felt lighter with every lock of hair snipped away.
When the scissor blades finally stopped moving, I lifted my eyes to meet my own gaze in the mirror. The image staring back at me was that of a new, stronger, and lighter version of myself. I ran my fingers through my now-short hair and took a deep breath. The weight of the past had been lifted and was left behind with the fallen strands on the floor. I walked out of the salon with a new sense of hope and a fresh start.
