She nodded hesitantly, trying not to hurt him,
Silence did the rest.
Bald = unloved. Simple math.
He fought it.
Creams. Pills. Surgery.
A year of becoming someone else.
The hair came back. Self worth didn't.
He knocked again.
“I'm not bald anymore.”
She looked at him, he’d missed the point.
“It wasn’t the hair,” she said, gently.
She took a step closer.
Just the truth standing between them.
"I almost loved you," her voice barely a whisper,
"But you did not."
He didn’t know what cut deeper —
Her words, or how she handed them to him,
Or the truth that had always been there,
Quiet in the corner, waiting to be seen.
It wasn’t the baldness.
It was the fear that he wasn’t enough.
And that’s what she saw,
Not a man without hair, but a man without peace.
For peace isn’t found in the fixing.
It is found in accepting
Your flaws, your fears,
And in the belief that you are enough.
Even if the hair never grows back.
At first, I struggled with going bald, I tried everything, but nothing helped. Eventually, I shaved my head, and it was the best decision. I look younger, feel healthier, and dating’s going pretty well too.Self Acceptance is the key.
ReplyDeleteAll these illnesses and worries my heart has known
ReplyDeleteMy scalp has advanced ahead of its years!
It gives up the ghost with the touch of a comb
The hairs drop out and are no more.
So long and rest in peace, I say
Spared their brothers’ silken fate. Bai Juyi (Tang Dynasty)