PARUL BANSAL剃完光头的我 上
I used to love taking showers until October 20, 2017. 在2017年10月20日之前,我一直很享受洗澡。 I remember that day. 我永远记得那一天。 Because on that day, as I was washing my hair and pulled my hand away from my head, there was a massive clump of hair tangled in my hand. 因为那天,我洗头的时候,把手从头上拿开,有一大团头发缠在我的手里。 I just stared at it. It looked like a tarantula. 我盯着它看。它看起来像一只狼蛛。 I tried not to think about it, till the next time I showered, and it happened again, and again, and again, and again. 我试着不去想它,直到下一次洗澡,它一次又一次地发生,一次又一次,一次又一次。 Within a few months, I lost over 50% of my hair. 几个月内,我掉了超过50%的头发。 I was basically bald at the back of my head. 我的后脑勺基本上都秃了。 Then one day, my boyfriend turns to me and says maybe you should get a wig. 有一天,我男朋友对我说,也许你应该戴个假发。 I cried so hard that night. 那天晚上我哭得很厉害。 But two weeks later, on Valentine's Day of all days, I walked into a wig shop. 但两周后的情人节那天,我走进了一家假发店。 I took off my winter hat to reveal my mess of patchy, thin hair. 我摘下冬帽,露出一头乱蓬蓬的稀疏头发。 As the wig shop owner looked through my scalp, he told me that I may have alopecia and that it's perfectly normal and lots of his clients who have it wear wigs and feel good about themselves. 假发店老板检查我的头皮,告诉我,我可能有脱发现象,这是非常正常的,他的很多客户都戴着假发,感觉都很好。 Then he showed me the most beautiful wig you could ever imagine. 然后他给我看了你能想象到的最漂亮的假发。 And me, a perfect Indian woman, so I bought it. 而我,一个完美的印度女人,所以我买了。 Yet the very next day, I felt like a fraud, like I was hiding a dirty little secret. 然而就在第二天,我感觉自己像个骗子,好像在隐藏一个肮脏的秘密。 And because of this wig, I can't shower at the gym or go swimming or even ride a fxxk roller coaster. 因为这顶假发,我不能在健身房洗澡,不能去游泳,甚至不能坐过山车。 I essentially lost all spontaneity in my life. 我基本上失去了生活中所有的自发性。 And within a few weeks, the truth became clear. 几周之内,真相大白。 I am not allowed to be me. 我不能做我自己。 I mean, to not be allowed to be is like not being allowed to see, blinded by the burden of expectations placed on me. 我的意思是,不能被大家看到,被寄予厚望的负担蒙蔽了双眼。 I diapered beneath this wig, a physical embodiment of social, societal, and family pressures placed on me as a female, placed on me as an Indian woman. 我就像在这顶假发下面换尿布,这是社会和家庭压力的物理体现,施加在一个女性身上,施加在一个印度女性的身上。 Should and shame, they're the same, and this wig, this wig, represents shame, unworthiness, other people's thoughts implanted into my mind. “应该”和“羞耻”是一样的,而这顶假发代表着羞耻,无价值,别人的想法在我的脑袋里翻滚。 I hate this. It feels like the pressure cooker inside me is about to go off. 我讨厌这样。感觉我体内的高压锅就要爆炸了。 My insides are screaming what if? What if I shave it all off? 我的内心在尖叫,如果我把它们都剃掉呢? So, I went for it and fxxking shaved my head. 所以,我就去了,把我的头发剃光了。 Hundreds of messages and phone calls flooded in, people telling me how brave I am. 成百上千的信息和电话蜂拥而至,都在告诉我我有多勇敢。 Ladies came up to me on the streets and picked up their wig just a little bit for me to seesparse strands of their hair. 街上有女士走到我面前,拿起她们的假发,让我看她们稀疏的头发。 But you know what? I felt fxxking terrible. 但是你知道吗?我感觉糟透了。 Shaving my head was supposed to finally allow me to be myself. 剃光头本该最终让我做回我自己。 But I literally couldn't recognize my own shadow. 但我真的认不出自己的影子了。 Once again, avoiding mirrors. I became she. Who is she? 又一次,逃避镜子。我变成了她。她是谁? |