Cover Photo: A photo of three Indian girls, each their hair parted into two extremely tidy braids, looped together with black ribbon.
Photograph by Adam Cohn/Flickr

How a Haircut Helped Me Untangle My Identity as a Queer Indian Woman

They defined beauty. They defined womanhood. And they felt so, so far away from the woman I felt myself becoming.

I was born and raised in southern West Virginia, the daughter of Indian immigrant parents who moved to Appalachia in the early 70s so my father could work in the chemical industry.  I've lived and worked in Boston for the last 17 years as a Civics teacher in a public middle school. My writing has also appeared at The Bitter Southerner, and is forthcoming in the Kenyon Review Online.