i've always had a secret fascination with my hair. my mom kept it cut short when i was young, until i was about 12 or 13, when i decided to grow it out on my own. i had never really understood the feeling of hair on your shoulders, or hair long enough to twist and twirl. my hair at that time was an almost unnatural shade of white-blond, so bright that it attracted attention no matter what.
soon after, i kept my hair long, but began to dye it: red, brown, dark purple, any colour that would let me fade into the background, be the sidekick, the best friend, the girl who didn't want to garner extra attention. somewhere along the line, i decided to be blond again and thus started dying it back to blond (since it's not even close to the shade it used to be). it's now the two things that used to be mutually exclusive; blond and long. and my fascination is becoming not so secret. i twirl hair around my fingers, tuck it behind my ears only to pull it back out again, flip it around. i have turned into a complete girly-girl when it comes to my hair.
i didn't realize it until three days ago, when i was lying on a couch at school, Julian was playing with my hair, and there were several people scattered around us. Andrew walked up to us and said to me, "Look at you. You love the attention, don't you?" and i realized that I finally do.
