Entitled Man Mocked Me for Shaving My Head Due to Cancer – My Hairdresser Got Revenge on Him for Me
Fighting cancer stripped me of more than just my hair. But when a heartless stranger mocked my baldness in a hair salon, my hairdresser’s revenge gave me back something I thought I’d lost: my dignity.
I stared at the stranger in the mirror, barely recognizing the person looking back at me. Hollow eyes, sunken cheeks, and patchy wisps of hair where lush locks once cascaded. This wasn’t me. This couldn’t be me. But it was. I’m Polly, and a year ago, my world shattered when I heard those dreaded words: “You have cancer.”
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The journey since then has been a rollercoaster of pain, fear, and hope. I’ve endured countless chemo sessions, each one stripping away another piece of my former self. The most visible casualty? My hair.
I ran my fingers over my scalp, feeling the uneven patches.
A lump of grief settled in my heart as I remembered brushing my long, silky hair just months ago. Now, it was a painful reminder of everything cancer had taken from me.
“You’ve got this, Pol,” I whispered to my reflection, trying to summon the strength I desperately needed. “One day at a time.”
The sun beat down mercilessly as I stepped outside, tugging my scarf tighter around my head. Even in the sweltering heat, I couldn’t bear to expose my scalp to the world.
The thought of the stares, the whispers, the pitying looks… it was too much.
As I walked down the street, a group of kids on bikes whizzed past. One of them, a freckle-faced boy, pointed and shouted, “Look! It’s the human soccer ball!”
His friends erupted in laughter, the sound piercing through me like shards of glass. I quickened my pace, blinking back tears.
“Hey, baldy!” another voice called out. “Did you lose a bet or something?”
