By NADIA PFLAUM
Danielle seemed pretty shocked that I'd want to take her picture for a fashion blog. She shouldn't have been. In the midst of Mike's Tavern, she glowed -- and it wasn't just the rhinestones on her forehead that did it. "I got 'em from my niece, and she got 'em from a Somalian store," Danielle said. "They're bindi dots."
It took a lot of guts to cut all her hair off, Danielle admitted -- she did it only three weeks ago. "I'm trying to do new stuff -- to let my outside reflect my inside." She laughed at herself for sounding all metaphysical, but went on. "You know, like, if bad stuff happens to you, it's like a storm? But it has to rain for something new to grow. So that's me. Growing. I want new things. The person I was is not who I am now, not who I'm gonna be."
So she asked her boyfriend -- "my honey," she calls him -- to shave her head before work one morning. "I said, cut it all off," she said. "I put my back to the mirror and he started cutting it and I was catching it in my hands as it fell. And I cried for a little bit -- you know, it's your hair. At first, I didn't know if I would be okay. But it's okay."
It's more than okay -- bald is beautiful. Danielle called her honey -- the tallest man in the bar, by a lot -- over to say hello. "You'd'a liked the afro, though," she said. "Wouldn't she have?" Naturally, her honey agreed.
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