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From Medusa to Samson: a Personal History of My Treacherous Hair

For women, what’s on our head is who we are

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I regarded myself in the mirror, teeth gritted. In my right hand, I wielded a pair of scissors, their blank shininess reflecting my tormented glance. In my left hand, I held the scraps of my self-esteem. I raised the scissors to my forehead…