The pot she wears on her head is a feeble attempt to block out the hatred and malice that she experiences every day. But what she doesn't realise is that pots, just like minds are not only barriers but also vessels, in this case a vessel of hatred. You see the pot is not protecting her, it's a container, it doesn't stop the bombardment of malice, it only compounds it. That's not a healthy thing to wear every day. To overcome this state of turmoil she must remove the thing that she thinks protects her, and face her darkest fears, only then will she be free from society's chocking grip.