POPPY ROY, BRITISH VOGUE DIGITAL PICTURE EDITOR

The first few months after I shaved my head were completely life-changing. Having suffered from alopecia since I was eight years old, the majority of my childhood was spent wearing headscarves or wigs to hide my hair loss. It governed my entire life – where I went, who I spoke to – and I was often fearful my true self would be exposed.

But last June, aged 24, I finally made the decision to pack away my wigs. As my friend took a pair of clippers to my head, and swathes of thin, mousy hair fell to the ground, a new and unrecognisable version of myself was revealed. I never knew the transformation would be so profound. Walking through the park the following day, the sensation of the wind on my head felt incredible as it blew the past away. I felt a lightness I will never forget, and was no longer weighed down by the burden of my appearance. I had taken back control. Finally, I had uncovered my true visual identity and made it my own.

The realisation that one can be liberated from their past is a wonderful thing. Overnight, I discovered an unwavering desire to live life without bounds. My newfound confidence opened me up to more heartfelt encounters and my happiness was infectious – it was not long before I met my boyfriend, who has taught me the importance of self-worth. I completed a yoga teacher-training course, and I was offered a job on the picture desk at British Vogue. For the first time, I jumped at the chance to push myself and use my voice.

We invest so much energy in our visual identity, particularly in today’s world where beauty is equated to success and happiness. It took me a while, but I’m grateful to be able to reflect on the fear that previously held me back.

When I shave my head every 10 days, I am fascinated by the transformation: how the shape of my face appears to change as the hair grows with time, often unveiling patches of hair loss or hair growth. Each is a small reminder to take care of myself, and are trophies of how far I have come.