When Bec was younger, his mohawk was his signature—but deep down, he dreamed of something more. One day, with quiet determination, he walked into the barber’s shop and asked them to cut it off. The mohawk fell away, making room for a new vision. He returned home from school the next day, eyes shining with excitement, already imagining the future. Two years have passed since that bold decision, and now, he’s not just wearing a mullet—he’s owning it. The transformation is complete, and he’s never looked back.