Ruined by the Snowboarder

To uncover your true self, you need to strip away your beauty. You need to become vulnerable.

I sat motionless while the clippers buzzed. My hair fell to the ground, carrying away my sense of pride.

He’s my rival. I shouldn’t trust him.

But it’s too late now.

Bald, sweaty, and naked, I kneel at his feet. He snaps photos. He posts them online.

I’m so grateful for this lesson. I’m ready to accept his exquisite gift.