Free of It

 I woke up this morning with no hair. Straight out of bed I got to my knees in front of the mirror. I looked, swiping my fingers under my eyes to remove faint makeup stains. It was gone. It took me five minutes before I could walk downstairs and face my brother who hadn't seen my new self yet. He didn't even notice. I could face the day, I had to. As I went out to workout, I realized that it didn't matter. I began to realize that if people like me more with hair, then people are too shallow for me to consider as friends or peers.I panicked a little about venturing into school today (my longest day of classes) and showing my face with little hair attached to it. Same thought came to my head: Screw 'em. It's my body, my face, my hair. I can't say that I've made hordes of friends, so the only people who would judge me are people I don't even know. Therefore, their judgments are cancelled out by my practiced ability to quiet the strangers.