I admire my lightened hair in the mirror.
Three inches cut off, and highlights so blonde they are almost silver.
I love being able to do what I want with my hair. At one point, I even had maroon hair.
My whole life, society told me I had to have black hair. It matched my tan skin and Asian eyes. Apparently, I wasn’t allowed to break the mold.
Here I am. Lashes curled. Lightened hair. Tanned skin.
I don’t feel any less like myself. In fact, I feel more like myself.
And that’s what matters.