This photo shows my hair after more at home pandemic haircuts than I can count. I was stuck indoors and in fear with my closest friends from college, and I began to realize how much emphasis I put on the connection between my hair and femininity during COVID. My hair worked as my security blanket, and during one of the scariest worldwide events, I cut it off. It was liberating. COVID took a toll on everyone around me, but it also changed us all. Seeing everyone again on UCSB's campus after two years is intimidating. We have all changed so much, and some of my oldest friends feel like strangers. Especially now with my short and bleach damaged hair. It seems funny to me to be posting an embarrassing selfie I took months ago, but it represents a part of the pandemic I was able to find joy in.