by Lina Alhanshali* You are standing in front of your mirror again Two minutes turned to five turned to ten You study and memorize the size and location Of each new bald patch Until one day it becomes easier to count the hairsYour scalp like a forest once full of lifeSlowly turned into an empty desert That to you was a landscape with potential You viewed your scalp like a canvas That some days you left blank Other days you adorned itWith wigs, bonnets, even henna tattoos Maybe this is where beauty and self-love meetMaybe the most beautiful parts of ourselves are the onesWe learned to embrace We in our … Continue reading
