Dear Nobody,

My hair is probably the only thing I like about myself and today I'm gonna share a story of a journey of hair. Because you aren't my parent's.

When I was younger I had relatively long straight hair with no body in it. My mom has always had short hair so I wanted to be like her and got a pixie cut. I remember getting mistaken as a boy and my mom correcting the guy. I just shrugged and dismissed it. My hair didn't define who I was and neither did my body. Oddly enough I never really cared about my hair until I was around eight or nine. I grew it out for a wedding and then immediately cut it all short again.   

I also started dyeing my hair around that time. At that time, Mormon's were really against the unnatural coloring of hair so my family and I just lightened it. I'd do that every couple of months for a long time. 

I started growing out my hair as the people in my church and school started pressuring me to. It took me five years to get it to my collar bones and I hated it. It was always in my face and it never stayed in a ponytail. I cut it all off into a pixie.

Slowly, my hair got shorter and shorter. It got dyed magenta then blue then last year I shaved it all off. 

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" "Are you sick?" "I'd never let my daughter do that." "Ugh, it's so clear she's a lesbian she doesn't need to make it worse." 

I didn't care at all. 

Today I'm dying my hair blue again (without fricken box dye). And once again I'm going to get all the comments negative and positive.

The world will never unanimously like how you look. We as people have different tastes and honestly as long as you don't smell you're welcome at my lunch table. Wear crop tops and short-shorts, wear clothes that 'aren't your gender', dye your hair canary yellow, live your life without giving a fuck, or live your life giving millions of fucks. That is how you achieve beauty. 

Just be nice and don't be an asshole.

Thanks for listening,

The WritingEvil

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