I started shaving my head in June last year in an internal process of healing and letting go old family programs. I call it desapelo (hair detachment). It is an act of denying and void a place where I’ve never been and always wanted to belong. It is to cut off my own habitus of lineage. With hair I cut off time. I cut fears. I cut customs. Its me naked in a profound self cleaning, trying to be aware of change and expulsing those things I am willing to let go.