The morning she won her third gold medal, the world called her a hero.By evening, it called her a feminist. Sena stood in front of the mirror in her dorm room, her hair cropped short and clean, the kind of haircut that felt like running—fast, free, unstoppable. The medal ribbon still smelled faintly of salt and rain from the archery field. But when she opened her phone, the glow of celebration was gone. Thousands of messages scrolled past like arrows.“Why did you cut your hai