@CassidyRoer

Eyelash Epidemic

@CassidyRoer — Thu, 06 Aug 2026 07:35:01 GMT

The 2019 eyelash epidemic needs to be studied because the way I would wake up at 3 AM to go to my appointment before starting work at 6 AM every two weeks is insane but I was loyal and kept that shit up for a year

I could not and would not be able to do that now

Because 8+ hours of sleep is the hill I’ll die on

Expression

@CassidyRoer — Thu, 06 Aug 2026 07:14:26 GMT

The range of human expression goes far beyond the words we speak. We laugh, we play, we kiss. We feel to the bottom of our souls and then we play again.

Because it’s a dance, isn’t it?

Starting Over

@CassidyRoer — Mon, 03 Aug 2026 16:15:40 GMT

There is just something so fresh about waking up and hitting the journal with a pen

✿｡✿

Surrender

@CassidyRoer — Sun, 02 Aug 2026 21:05:50 GMT

Surrender.

That’s all I hear.

Surrender.

To what? It doesn’t matter. Where you are being led is always greater than where you are going. So if the going sucks and you wonder why, just keep going. Trust that there is so much beauty and love, just on the other side.

Hour Zero

@CassidyRoer — Sun, 02 Aug 2026 01:06:33 GMT

There is something so raw about that very first moment. When you look at yourself, stripped back. The hair is gone. You can’t turn back. Am I really here, Am I really doing this now?

You see no amount of preparation could have actually prepared me for this moment and I love this video because it shows exactly that. Intimate. Raw. So much More than a girl cutting her hair.

Radical acceptance of self. In real time.

You can see it in my eyes. It’s like poetry but digital and instead of written words the clippers just buzz. The purest witnessing. The purest love.

You see this moment was bigger than just finally shaving my head.

This moment was release. This moment was coming to terms with things I had to change. This moment was accepting that in this moment, I had catapulted myself in to a new reality. And when I say that, it is actually not even dramatic enough.

When you let go of what you thought you were and you look at yourself, soul down. You change. Everything, will change.

There is not a reality where I shaved my head but kept the same patterns that brought me to this moment. Because those patterns had chained me for so long, kept me captive and sad. Those patterns of shame. Of self-doubt. Of always cycling the ‘I’m just not good enough’ drain. Those patterns were ugly and those patterns were old. Those patterns once creating an entire identity of superficial existence when inside I was bleeding. I don’t know how I survived but I did and when I look at those patterns all I hold is compassion. Compassion for the girl who never thought she was enough. Compassion for the girl who let others bring her down. Compassion for the girl who would not even start, because she was so afraid, to truly be seen.

But the shave was release and those patterns were old.

I left them right there, on the bathroom floor.

You can’t hold me anymore.

I have released you.

When they circle back,

I just remember

My HeAD

My Digital Diary - An Exclusive Photo Dump

@CassidyRoer — Fri, 31 Jul 2026 00:23:53 GMT

One Year Before:

6 Months Before:

Two Weeks Before:

June 18th:

Shaving My Head: Part Five

@CassidyRoer — Thu, 30 Jul 2026 00:36:33 GMT

For the next two weeks I rocked the Pixie. I cut strands here and there, styled it in different ways. I FaceTimed with friends and family, soaking in their reactions and giggling at the change. For so long I believed that long and beautiful hair defined me.

Not anymore. For the first time in my life I was letting people meet me on a soul level. I was smi…

Shaving My Head: Part Four

@CassidyRoer — Tue, 28 Jul 2026 20:46:05 GMT

With most of my hair gone and an inevitable head shave looming in the very near future, I began to have fun. Expression. So much expression. Volume. Photos.

The camera and I were putting in work. Who would I be today? How would I look, How would I act? The sky is the limit when the art project is you.

Shaving My Head: Part Three

@CassidyRoer — Fri, 24 Jul 2026 18:17:13 GMT

On day 4 my best friend Sent me shears. Thank you Winnie!! ✿｡✿

From here it was go time. The shears were so nice I could actually not stop cutting. Every piece felt so good. Maybe even better than the last. The Pixie at this point was inevitable but also felt so permanent? Something about no longer having hair over my neck felt scary, yet my hand reac…

Shaving My Head: Part Two :)

@CassidyRoer — Thu, 23 Jul 2026 19:19:09 GMT

Every day, for the next 10 days I continued to cut. Moving through memories and past versions of self. I loved the cut from day one, but I trusted my intuitive movement and knew that there must be more to shed. I laughed a lot, and even felt insecure at times. Why am I doing this? I just kept hearing surrender. I received a visual too of a tomato plant …

Shaving My Head: Part One

@CassidyRoer — Mon, 20 Jul 2026 20:14:19 GMT

The kitchen scissors called, for 3 days. Until finally I picked them up. Okay? Lets see what happens. I looked at my hair in the bathroom mirror. I had no idea how to cut my curls, but I figured it would be a great place to try. So I started. Piece by piece, Strand by strand.

Chop Chop Chop.

I watched memories fall, chains they crashed. How lo…